Reading Today: "Té malade, toi!" de Line Gamache
Saturday, Oct. 09, 2004 - 7:25 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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It stops Hurting when you Stop Hitting your Head against the Wall
I hate to say it, but sending my father to a hotel and giving him a bus ticket to the airport this afternoon makes me immeasurably relieved.
Sometimes you just realize that spending more time with someone will make you dislike them more, and that's that. I should also add, make you dislike yourself more.
Thank GOD for once it is MY house, my city and my life. Things like this always seem to go bad when I am stuck in someone else's life, city and house.
I think I love my life. My house. My city.
And I am so glad to have them back.
I'm going to the coffeeshop on a Saturday night on a long weekend to read a comic book, and maybe eat sugar pie. And no one is going to be resentful I am not working as hard as them or appreciating them, or not doing what they think I should be.
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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