Many apologies to all two of you avid readers of this here blog. I have been occupied with what some people call "the good life." Recently I've been feeling a bit too complete for my own good - I feel so complete I question it and start to feel incomplete again. I check myself constantly, trying to remember the problem du jour and what the restrictions to my happiness are - yet search as I might, I find no major obstacles. The shit hit the fan with my report card from last semester [atrocious gpa] so thats one of the issues that doesn't loom ominous over my head any longer. That fear of my parents finding out about my horrible school reputation was a pretty big black cloud that has all of a sudden vanished. I've decided to follow the old anecdote and trust it's a turn for the better and not a false backdrop for disappointment. Does one really trust a turn for the better? No, never, not completely. The good jaded cynic in me is always looking down so that the minute possibility of looking up is even more likely. Sure its positive thinking, sort of...
