Mark!

The old man sat Indian style, like a bow-legged cowboy. Arthritis made him delicate, as he leaned forward slowly to remove each pick-up stick he practically floated within the carpet. All the different colors smeared together in his tired eyes, his body lurched with tremens like overloaded machinery. His transparent hands grasped at straws. But ( Read more... )

He lost the faith of his convictions.

Remember that time ( Read more... )

The day before yesterday was Wednesday ( Read more... )

I hit 1,000 on Livejournal.

But I'm going to sleep instead of writing about that. Let's just say it was a really nice day. Who can ask for more?

I was very pleased to get a pep email from Aaron in my slightly-grayer-that-usual hour. And now that I'm rather healthy and jolly feeling (if insomniatic) it was fantastic to be able to flip through Ashley's modified (mutilated and recreated) copy of Emerson's Nature and talk with her about it. Reminded me, of Thoreau when he's tolerable ( Read more... )

A long time ago, I made a promise to keep it honest on Livejournal. Basically, it's my emo-outlet, and my public safe place. Now with three other similar things, I find this is still the one to fit that mood. But I'm feeling a need to be positive here, as opposed to cryptic, artistic, or defiant ( Read more... )

Stapling clouds to walls or reabsorbing stale-stabbing urine ( Read more... )

Doing pretty good. Scared of the future? Business. Programming. CBT ( Read more... )