Daily Minutiae
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my first post (3-13-01):
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three years ago (10-26-01):
My middle name is Michael.
My dad’s first name is Michael.
Michael (or the root of the name) is the name of one of the Archangels.
The one with the flaming sword.
The one that slew the Dragon.
two years ago (10-26-02):
I can picture myself standing on top of a rocky crag, the October wind and rain whipping around me, my heart skipping a beat and my face glowing. I’ve visited this cliff often, and the dirt is shuffled with prints from different styles of boots and high-top sneaker. Yeah, this place is familiar. I crouch down without using my hands to balance me (something my knees have recently allowed me to do) and draw some random designs amongst the sole prints.
Behind me, where the land is solid and flat, lightning crashes overhead. Ahead of me, amongst the mountains, valleys, and crags, the snow has begun to fall. I feel like I could be here forever, watching the weather and the rocks. Just breathing and living.
I really, honestly, truly, deeply feel that it is the daily battle with the concept of “hopeless” that opens my brain up to appreciating every little tiny mundane detail that comes my way. Appreciating the most ridiculous courtesies or looks or pattern of raindrops or comment or anything at all. So tonight, I will sit on my crag and watch the weather.
one year ago (10-26-03):
So, I was a good boy last night and set my clock back before I went to bed. I set the alarm on my cell phone, figuring that Sprint would update the time properly, as it’s fed from the towers. I can’t even manually set the clock on my phone. So, the alarm goes off, I get up, take a shower, get dressed and cleaned up, and start to pack for my weekend in Lansing. I glance at my clock.
4:58 AM.
Son. of. a. bitch. I look at my cell phone. 5:58 AM. I turn it off. I turn it back on. 4:58 AM. Well, isn’t that just HAPPY. So, I finish packing and take my crap downstairs. I take an hour nap on the couch, because I am damn well sure taking advantage of an hour extra to sleep, alarm screw-up or no alarm screw-up.
The drive in was excellent and without incident.
My first call was 47 minutes long. I think I need a benniferus as much as she needs a me.
six months ago: (04-26-04):
Chapter 15 is done and out.
three months ago: (07-26-04):
I have five different versions of Optimus Prime on my work desk. I’m being encouraged to bring in more by my coworkers. It brings a tear to my eye…
one month ago: (09-26-04):
I’ve been being a pretty crappy friend lately.
I have not been returning phone calls. I have not been responding to people wanting to hang out with me. I have been the one who always waits to be contacted, instead of letting my friends know that I’m interested in them as well.
I apologize.
As actions tend to speak louder than words, I will attempt to get my ass in gear and turn these things around.
today: (10-26-04):
I can’t remember being this excited and nervous about anything in my entire life.