[Open up your window to the world if you want the world to bring you happiness and pain] My uncle’s memorial service went well, as well as a memorial service can go, I suppose. I wonder what he would have thought of all the scripture talk, about how we don’t deserve God’s forgiveness, yet we can’t be separated from God, whatever that means. Christian rituals seem creepy to me, like the inane ramblings of a…
[I wanna get with you, and your sister] So crazy guys are chopping people’s heads off right and left. It’s a good thing the war in Iraq made the world safer. Shitty Stages (tm Amber) is off to a start. I suppose I won’t be using my pass tomorrow, since I’m heading home early in the morning. My uncle died yesterday, and his service is Sunday. He’ll be cremated, and his ashes are destined for…
[Thought this time I’d keep all of my promises] Two cops were shot and killed by some Birmingham crackheads today, which makes for a lively newsroom and heated debate over each word in the headline. All the Editors Who Matter gathered around a computer and bickered over whether or not “ambush” was accurrate. They decided it wasn’t. But voices rose and tempers pulsed in the process. Mmmm, newsroom adrenaline. Nothin’ like it. Tomorrow, City Stages…
[I once had a dream so I packed up and split for the city] I’ve heard very few songs that have prompted me to bolt upright and listen intently to the words. Most of the time I can sing along without ever knowing the lyrics, or I can skip the song or change the channel if it’s particularly useless drivel. One of these important songs, for example, is Doug Martsch’s “Heart.” But I heard another…
[Today was just a day fading into another] I’m so frustrated with work. I cannot pin down the esoteric nature of the system we use. It seems like the only people who really understand it are the people who have worked there for 13 years, and even they admit that it’s sometimes screwy. Just trying to lay out a simple stand-alone photo, I had to run to the bathroom and weep for a good five…
[I’ll feed you fruit that don’t exist] I think the children must have been so hyper and excited last time that their energy boiled over and burned me. But this time there were only a few tiffs and not too much screaming and crying. They were altogether different children and I actually enjoyed sitting down and watching Shrek with them. Well, until the two eldest left to go play with their Pokemon cards and the…
[I wish you could be sitting here next to me] I caved and said I’d babysit again tomorrow. This time I’m armed with a plan. This weekend was recuperative. Phil had two whole days off so I rushed to his arms and we spent a good deal of time just being in each other’s company. I also hung with the kids, and we hooped it up at dumb movies and clever cartoons. I miss my…
I’ve taken to sleeping with earplugs again. The last time I did that was my freshman year when my roommate snored and moaned while she slept, leaving me perpetually awake in my bunk. I would drive around Murfreesboro at 3 a.m. trying to lull myself to sleep like an infant. I got the bright idea to try earplugs when nothing else would work. You can’t really ask someone not to snore, after all. I would…
[Can’t be explained through common sense] After a week of breezing through training at work and figuring most everything out ahead of schedule, it was only a matter of time before I would fuck it all up and get careless and in a hurry and lose a page or two and have to redesign things at the last minute, making us barely graze by our deadline. And isn’t it a funny coincidence that the night…
[These little problems — they’re not yours, they’re mine] Mundane drama follows me. Or maybe I seek it out. I can only assume that if you’re reading this, you might care to hear about it, so I’ll try to include many of the grey details. In the words of Jeanette Winterson, I’m telling you stories. Trust me. + Some birds have made their home inside my ceiling, just above the acoustic tiles. There’s a golf…
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