Every day I’m dying, figuratively speaking. Ossifying. I’d like to think that I’m a vivacious operative of my own destiny, but that’s not exactly the case. If you don’t know what to make of that, you’re not 44. It does me no service to look back and see where I may have gone wrong, or …
Category Archives: Journal
Attendant
Oddly enough, I don’t browse the web. I don’t readdit. I don’t tumble. I don’t tweet. I Facespace, but not anything hardcore; certainly don’t get into long discussions or arguments. Most of the URLs I visit are contained in my browser’s New Tab page (the one with all the site thumbnails). I’m not terribly well-read. …
Palabra Jot
I’m thinking I need to sign up for some sort of creative writing class. I mean, sure, I like to write, and I think I’m fine at it, but I want to be more together with it, more regular, more devoted, more productive. Y’know? Something to knock me out of my doldrums. See, I don’t …
Signage
I can’t keep going on like this. Those of you who know me know that I’m not one for airing out my dirty laundry, but I’m in pain. Death is not the worst outcome…an empty life is much worse. I keep wondering what will finally cause me to break inside, what it will take to …
2015 Year In Review
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