The secretary from the neighbouring law firm noticed I was tired and offered me an energy drink. Again, I love working here. 🎀

These are the days I wish I could go to seminary and take up a path of pastoral care. But still, I need to be thankful for the life I have.

I think I need a spa facial. Well, I need to get things off my chest, too… and exercise… bake bread… Lots of things.

Picked up Jonathan Haidt’s The Anxious Generation: How the Great Rewiring of Childhood Is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness because I’m interested in getting rid of destructive post-pandemic online habits.

I have to decide what to do with my life after reading The Anxious Generation: How the Great Rewiring of Childhood Is Causing an Epidemic of Mental Illness. No, really. What do I want to do with my free time next?

I made one website because I was angry, but a lot of good actually came out of it. It’s been a learning lesson. I want to be less angry.

As sad and asinine as that argument was, at least I got a new website out of it. Instead of working on my already existing websites, haha.

Ya know, I really love my “corporate”-ass job. My co-workers are the best and every day we’re laughin’ up a storm in the office.

One of the leading attorneys at the law firm just gave me golfing advice, haha. He’s the one who always brings sweets for everyone.

Christmas. What to be grateful for. Despite everything, I’m not alone, and I’m alive. Merry Christmas to me, I can pursue happiness.

The first time in a very long time I’ve felt no tension to act, anticipate, plan, mitigate. I’ll slowly tidy up the apartment for Christmas…

Sometimes all a man needs is to lie down and talk to his girl in bed. Just. Talking. I haven’t had a good nap like that in a looooong time.

When I think about it, being all alone in California, actually wasn’t… so bad.

Equanimity. Gotta practice equanimity. Violence feels good but is not the answer. Most times you can’t choke people into logic and maturity—

Haven’t danced since my latest injury. When I get home tonight, I’m putting on Wednesday Campanella and dancing the night away.

I still have the entire law firm refer to me by my DJ name even though they helped me with my legal name change—

I feel like that green glazed broken pot in my bathroom. Beautiful an’ sturdy, but still needs to be glued back together. All here, though—

I missed work today, but I am grateful to be alive. Things hurt and it sucks, but I have such a nice bed to be unwell in. I’ll get better.

One of those days where the post-COVID is taking its toll. It’s not mere lack of sleep; I can barely eat. Hope I can come in to work today…

Every week, I gain a little more vision back. Today, I was able to see the glazed buildings on my way to work. I could see the reflections.