daines'n around

Today I sat in my room, stared at the ceiling for an hour and wondered how more surreal life's recent events could get.

One-armed half-hugs irritate me. But oh how a prolonged and warm embrace touches me down to the very core.

So let's try and write in this thing a little more often, shall we? It is supposed to be a document of my life, and apparently nothing has happened in three weeks, though, many things have happened. There’s no point in trying to catch up.

Being on my home computer is difficult when I return after being on an ancient Mac all day long in the newsroom in those uncomfortable circa 1967 chairs.

The sundial finally got their web site back together. However, most of the articles from this semester are not online yet, but it should be consistently updated from now on. The Daily Sundial.