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Mornings are a very dangerous time. At least, that's what I've found. For me a simple poor morning choice or two can decide the quality and satisfaction of the rest of the day. It's nuts, but it's been hard to counteract so far. I'm sure this is in my top three most redundant and boring post topics, but alas it's what's on my mind today. I'll try to post about something more interesting later on--you know, like, about plants or something. I'll focus on days off since they're the most dramatic example, and today we're not interested in the ordinary. So, whether I end up spending a day doing laundry and working out and other gratifying things/chores or whether I waste it sleeping and masturbating and internetting mindlessly seems to come down to what commitments I make in the AM hours. Like, today, I slept in a bit, sure, but then I decided to do things. Like blog and check on bills and drink coffee and workout. Likely I'll continue w...

And in a spasmodic shock, suddenly I find myself on the verge of moving out. Or something like that. Yesterday, Parker, I, and our friend Steph went around to a couple of apartment leasing offices and asked questions and looked at rents & square footages & numbers of bedrooms. Then we went to Pizza Hut to talk serious. Is this really happening? Suddenly I find myself talking things like weekly roommate meetings and shares of rent and pros+cons lists. Suddenly, things I'd been writing about months ago are just happening . Of course, they aren't really  just happening . We (read: Parker) got off our asses and started doing shit for a change. But I'm a good team player; I can fall in step--and run with it. I've already mathed out rent share scenarios and roommate contingencies. I'm planning to research some other apartment places in the area. I've even started thinking outside of the box and considered not rooming with Parker . It's a scary thought...

So it was mother's day yesterday, yeh? so here's what my family did: Ordered pizza, watched tennis, and chilled. Today we might go out and golf ! If it stops raining. Heck, maybe even if it doesn't. They wouldn't have it any other way, either. We're a bit odd. We barbecued Easter dinner, for heaven's sake. But I love them, mostly. I dunno if it's because they're my family and I have to love them or if they're my family and I can't help  but love them. They raised me, helped make me who I am, and have always been a bit kooky about it. So it's what I've come to expect, to enjoy about them. After a quarter century of this, it seems a bit normal to me. If I say "...and I wouldn't have it any other way" it's probably because I don't know any other way they could be and still be the people I've known and loved for 25 years. It just wouldn't be them to be any other way, and that's why I like it. Beca...