You know, it's days like this that I really miss my dad. Not that he would understand me any more than anyone else has. But he'd fucking believe me. And I bet he wouldn't even roll his eyes. I miss my dad....

So Superman fell from a horse, and he broke his neck and became paralyzed. Because of those things, he was labeled a hero. I, on the other hand, fell from the clouds, and I broke my soul. Because of those things, I was labeled a pitiable loser. --- I have this stupid sense of entitlement sometimes. I really hate it. Because I know it's bullshit. Just ask my dad if it's bullshit. Oh wait, you can't,...

The thing is, I don't think I have anything to say. Or maybe there's plenty to say, but nothing I'm willing to say here. Yeah, I bet that's it. My mind is swarming with unpleasant thoughts today. That, and thoughts of tiredness, since I haven't slept since an aborted attempt at a nap Thursday afternoon. But I'm trying to cope. Trying to find some sense of self. I went to Polly's for lunch. Didn't h...

I've recently been told that, as a blogger, I'm actually expected to write stuff. So okay fine. I'll write something. Plus, I'm waiting for some clothes to dry. I wasn't going to write about this at all, but my hand has now been forced, and I'll look like a wimp if I don't write about it. So, like I said, I'll write something. The other night I was out on my swing. I love my swing on the warm Summe...

I'm going to Atlanta for a couple of days next week. Why would I go to Atlanta? Why would I go to Atlanta in July? Isn't that city often called Hotlanta? These are all legitimate questions, to be sure. I'm going there for work. At least for some meetings I have on Friday. But I'm flying down Thursday and leaving Saturday, so I'll have Thursday and Friday nights to try to enjoy myself. The Braves wi...