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When I was little I wanted to be the president, a firewoman, a teacher, a cheerleader and a writer. Now all I want is to be happy. And left alone. And I want to know who I am in the contest of a world full of hate and domination.

"Bloodlove" by Christine Doza

I am sick.

Why you are all glad I'm not an engineer after all:

Read me.

I don't understand how taxes are figured. I try every year to grasp what formula they use. And I can't get it.

Can't Get No Satisfaction.

It's incredibly unsatisfying when you need to cry, you feel the lump in your throat kind of need to cry, and it's not about something, but you can't seem to actually cry. I'm overwhelmed with a need. I have a box of tissue and my teddy bear. But the tears will not come.

I love coffee!

I guess I've been a bit busy

I've been neglecting my blog. I realized that while I was finally doing laundry today. I have a few posts that I've been "working on" for weeks. Which is to say that I had an idea, started a post, then got distracted and forgot about it.

Some distractions have been awesome: The Kaletas (all), The Donohues (all), boyfriend and puppy, good friends and good books.

Some distractions didn't suck too bad: Inventory stuff, resolving DA cases.

Some distractions I could do without: Bills, laundry, cooking.

I'm not resolving to post more frequently. But I am willing to promise to try to post more frequently. That sounds like I write for a politician.

No Resolutions

I'm boycotting New Year's Resolutions this year.