archival email in which the many layers of illusion are removed and simple truths, said. it always amazes me that, no matter how many times i tell people ‘do not treat things you read here as true, often they are blended fact and fiction’ – they insist and persist upon doing it. always, always to their detriment. and, for a rare moment, admitting, this is not fiction in any way, shape, fashion, or form.

life is a rollercoaster and damn if its designer isn’t the most fiendishly sadistic motherfucker i ever met.

well… nothing’s ever as you expect, but that isn’t always a bad thing.

about to depart for naw’th care-line-uh (grin) and parts thereabouts. will be staying the weekend if i can ever get in touch with my friend living there. funny moment, my daughter hears i’m going to this interview and says to me (in a very stern, serious voice, mind you), “you make sure you email me that address before you go, ok?” heh. the tables slowly turn! i hear there is a coffee shop on the hilltop nearest the place. looking forward to that too…. but, for now, packing, getting paperwork and portfolio neatly stored, and then, prepping the large container […]

third person dreams. bleh.

tomorrow, i’m making a six hour drive for what is, effectively, an informational interview. regardless of outcome, a new friend is made, which makes me smile.

the worst part about burnt bridges is that, while they aren’t repairable they are rebuildable but humans, generally, consider it impossible i think because of ego and pride

i should be in bed. but the daily blog taunts and so, here i am, bleary eyed and yawning, but typing nonetheless.

another day. the phone is still stubbornly refusing to ring.

very humorous day, already. heh.