actuality.log

A majority of the entries on this journal are first penned on paper before slowly making their way here. Even so, I’m finding it hard to put down my thoughts while lacking access to the Internet at home; it’s like I don’t see […]

It turns out, unsurprisingly, that “Hey, where did you meet your wife? I’m looking for a place to meet someone non-crazy.” is a non-optimal way to start a conversation.
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The silence you’ve been noticing lately? Here’s the scoop:

I’ve moved to a new home, and with higher rent and […]

My hand is still quite sore, but at least it’s regained functionality; which means I’m typing less like a monkey.
Whether or not I’m going to be happy with the end-product of […]

and two fully functioning hands.
Correction, I had a huge TV and two fully functioning hands.
The move imminent, I […]

I’m alive and well. So well, in fact, that I seem to lack the urge to write here. Even so, a quick update:

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It wasn’t hard to understand the confused glances I was receiving from Elaina on the couch across my coffee table. As clearly as I’d explained to the lady I’d spoken to when I called the escort service that I wasn’t looking for sex, […]

Ed. Note: And now for a slight deviation from our regular programming. If you feel today’s entry sounds different from what you’ve come to love around these parts, don’t fret, you aren’t imagining it. This entry was brought to us by a guest […]

We’re polar opposites, him and I. While I choose my academic path based on who I get to work with, and what I get to learn in turn, he bases his decisions on where it’s the nicest outside to get the next set […]