Archive for August, 2007

4:28 and no sleep in sight

August 30th, 2007

I recognize that my decisions and my actions are not caused by the actions of others, but to discard the idea that “if not for x, y would not have happened” is missing the point. If not for Donna, I believe I would be in a very different place right now. I’m not blaming her, [...]

Non-Negotiable

August 30th, 2007

I don’t know what I’m doing. A couple weeks ago, I told my new landlord that I didn’t want to sign a year-long lease. Six months, sure, it’d probably take me that long to find a house. I really wanted a house. Sent some mail to the gang to see if anyone wanted to do [...]

Random Notes

August 23rd, 2007

Do I just need to decide with whom I want to be by myself? That’s as succinct as I can make it, but sounds like gibberish. I sometimes feel alone even when I’m with friends. It feels like I’d rather be elsewhere, around (vaguely undefined) people. Am I going to eventually feel this way regardless [...]

James – Laid; Pleonasm

August 18th, 2007

The current big push at work should be settled down next week. That’ll be nice. My therapist said (not to see you no more, she said you’re like a disease, without any cure, she said I’m so obsessed that I’m becoming a bore, oh, no…) I need to figure out how to determine truth from [...]

Out

August 13th, 2007

I want to talk to someone. The people I want to talk to don’t. The people that do, I don’t think it would help. I don’t know if those are simply facts or paradox-inducing statements of causality. I don’t think anyone can help, really. Talking would just treat the symptom, and not the cause. But [...]

Subcutaneous

August 6th, 2007

Friday morning I got up late and was rushed getting in to work. I don’t like getting to work late, although I do it regularly. I was worried about the project I’m supposed to be working on, and anxious about seeing Sue that afternoon, and pretty upset about Skit. None of that excuses losing my [...]

Skit

August 4th, 2007

He joined us some time in 1995 or 1996, when we were living on Hickory. We thought he was a stray; no collar, hungry. We learned later that some neighbors had left him a whole bunch of food when they had to leave for several days, but he’d eaten it all right away, and then [...]