actuality.log

The software that I use to maintain this journal has a feature that supposedly allows some entries to be labeled as “private,” hiding them behind a password.
Somehow, using something like this […]

It turns out, like most people, I’m hyper-sensitive to rejection. So when I was turned down, not once, but twice (thrice, if you count another minor sub-story) for something as innocuous as lunch, I began to panic, hyper-ventilate, and seriously doubt my abilities […]

Often times, I wonder why we’re so reluctant to casually float down the stream of life. Why we’re so insistent on struggling against the current, lusting after bits of algae glued to rocks on the stream’s bed. We believe we know how delicious […]

Panic becomes apparent.
Is that something new?

There is this kid from my part of the world who entered graduate school here at the same time as I did. He’s from my home town in fact, and I got to know him in my first few weeks here. We kept […]

Yes, I could have loaded the dishwasher and forgotten to turn it on.
No, I didn’t “Not turn it on to spite you.” Perhaps I’m just scatterbrained?
One thing that women—including moms—don’t understand […]

I’ve spent most of this weekend glued to the computer. Unfortunately for you, this does not mean I made the time to write something interesting down here. Here is what went on instead.
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