It’s a particularly unpleasant and bizarre feeling to spend the day confronted at every turn by pictures of the guy who killed your friend. Taking the subway to work this morning there he was across the aisle, posing arms raised with pistols in each hand, looking like an advertisement for a video game. He glared at me from the front page of every ( Read more... )

When I first heard about the shooting at Virginia Tech, a couple of hours had already passed. I immediately thought of Henry. I was worried, but I figured there was only a slim chance that anything had happened to him. As the day progressed, my worry increased. Whenever Henry’s not in a class, he’s online, but there was no sign of him all on Monday ( Read more... )

This year I will write more.

Really!

When I eat chocolate, I feel normal again.

This year, I will write more.

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It's been 95 weeks since my last entry.
This year I resolve to update my journal more frequently. There have been many reasons why I haven't been doing so, many of them revolving around my inability to find a decent reason why I should. More on that later I guess. Maybe in 85 weeks?