Every time I see pictures like these, I get an ache in my chest and think, “Oh, god, what I could do with that place.”

And then I think about what I haven’t done, and haven’t been able to do, with my own home.

I’m on a bit of an emotional roller coaster today.

This article relating an anniversary of Pearl Harbor and VJ day with today’s remembrance didn’t help much, but I wouldn’t give back reading it for anything in the world.

LiquidWeb is the best employer that I’ve ever had, I think. But today, I felt trapped and couldn’t get the thought out of my head that I wanted to stop being a computer geek and become a writer for a reason.

I went outside for a bit when I flipped out on a co-worker for no good reason. Thank goodness for telling me that I needed to take a break. I probably shouldn’t have taken my pipe out with me.

I don’t know if I can read any more about the obvious lies that are being fed to the American populace, and how easily the populace eats it up, simply because it’s easier than doing a little investigative footwork.

Also, I’m feeling like a terrible friend lately. I have an extreme amount of guilt relating to the blundering and flailing that I’ve done in regard to ‘s wedding. It will be a miracle when (not if, goddamnit) I get there, dressed to the nines, blinding everyone with my pasty knees and calves, and am finally able to simply be thankful that I was given this place of honor, instead of counting the ways that I could have screwed all of this up if Alex and weren’t on top of it.

Also, I don’t remember being flighty. Especially not in the ways that Benny (inebriated, but still) remembers me being flighty. This is cause for concern and for mulling over.

After a quick scan of the most recent entries of my Friends’ page, I am not alone in crankiness.