I've been asked why I requested a transfer to Orem ...

• Sudden cigarette craving means I actually need coffee. Funny how the "needs" department gets cross-wired in addict brain. #

So, it seems my memory is vague. What else is new?

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Is lunchtime, and I am escaping! Out, out!

So, I've pretty well blown NaBloPoMo. Just Too Damn Busy all the time. I hope Beth is not too disappointed.

In other news: Doctor Who - Waters of Mars. ( Read more... )

Bad day. Bad, bad day. No cookie.

I missed blogging yesterday, so NaBloPoMo is a bust, as far as "winning" goes. Blah. I'll still write and maybe catch up.

Surprise birthday breakfast for a dear heart, arranged by her sweetie of almost 20 years. Too much socialization for me, but for a good cause, and worth it to see her beaming.

So now nesting in my cave again, quite comfortably. Will start cooking something for Gratitude Dinner soon. No idea what, yet. Need to pick a recipe and go get stuff.

Would rather nap instead.

• Wow. JoCo's First of May just went completely unnoticed at karaoke. #

I had another profound thought about Faith this morning, but forgot it somewhere between showering and brushing my teeth. I identify strongly with her. Yeah, I know - whoa, dude, she's the bad guy! The writer of the episode "This Year's Girl", the one wherein Faith wakes from her coma, mentioned in the commentary that he takes flak for being too sympathetic with the Faith character, because she's supposed to be a villain. But he feels her pain and her loss and understands her confusion.

For me it's a kind of but-for-the-grace-of-God kind of thing. I've sometimes gotten a sense that any of us are just one kill away from the crazy train. How many people kill someone, accidentally or not, and then stay sane? How many people get so near someone's death that the lines of blame are blurry, and then stay sane? Our ability to blame and punish ourselves is so immense. For a character who believes she's irredeemable, where does she go from there?

Plus, I love a good redemption story, but how do you make good if you were never sufficiently bad?

"Hey, you created me. I didn't create some loser alter-ego to make myself feel better. Take some responsibility!" -- Tyler Durden, Fight Club

So, I'll be in to work late today due to legal things involving custody and child support. Right now I'm waiting for the bank to open up so I can get into my safe deposit box for documentation. After that comes a gazillion photocopies and a trip north to the attorney's to drop all this off and sign the signables.

I'm fairly negatively impressed with the ex's attorney. Apparently this guy saw him coming and got dollar signs in his eyes. He's filed a whole lot of stuff that you file on dissolution, not on modification. If the ex could have a moment of clarity, he'd remember that we did none of this the last time, and that was a huge brouhaha. So, we're being jumped through a lot of unnecessary hoops, with subpoenas and stuff, as though I'm contesting anything. Which I'm not. I'm the one who sent the guys to their dad and insisted on flipping the child support.

It's really dumb. When two people completely agree on a course of action and begin to execute it, what's the point of one of them going to war on the other? There's nothing to be gained or lost. There's nothing I have to give him that I'm not already giving him. There's nothing he has that I want to take from him. The results are going to be the same no matter what we do here.

If you ever want a lawyer in Stuart, Florida (why he chose Stuart I have no idea) and need a recommendation, please get with me offline and I'll be happy to explain who you don't pick, and why. No point in your being taken to the cleaners the way my poor ex is.