My Stuff

Pacing

I have to go to the house and apologize to my kid today because I was a jerk last night. It was a long day and I lost my patience and got frustrated with him just before I left with hurt feelings in my wake. It’s not his fault that I’m unhappy and heart-broken, and even if I can’t trace my emotions in the moment, I shouldn’t vent on him.

It was at the end of a long day at the end of a long week. I’m going over soon, and I’ll apologize first thing and get this weight off my chest, this lump from my throat. We’ll hang for a bit, have lunch, and then take off to drop him off for his performance this afternoon. More stress in the form of the in-laws at the performance, none of whom I’ve seen since this all went down. Rationally, I know it’ll be fine; they are all good, decent people, and we’ve been family for years now. But emotionally, I’m terrified.

We Noticed

There are periods of history when the visions of madmen and dope fiends are a better guide to reality than the common-sense interpretation of data available to the so-called normal mind. This is one such period, if you haven’t noticed already. –Robert Anton Wilson

Should Be My Family’s Motto

As a rule we disbelieve all the facts and theories for which we have no use. –William James

Outward Writing Thinking

I’m apparently writing. I ate some food late, and while I was cooking, I was pacing. I was thinking, I was writing. I seem to burning a little brightly right now; that may explain the frustration. I guess. I’m not sure about that, but maybe the burning somehow

Blogapocalypse

It was a long bad day. I was going to write today. It had such promise at the start. Ideas were just bubbling through, and for some reason the wind has shifted. I write all the time, but it’s for me, for my journal. I have to fight to

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We Noticed

Should Be My Family’s Motto

Outward Writing Thinking

Blogapocalypse