I have a million revelations just bubbling on the surface.
I have a ongoing project that is myself to pick back up and improve upon.
I struggle against falling into relationships that harm me, with people who wish me ill.
I sound like my situation is dire. It is not. I revel in the love that has come into my life and am thankful for it. I'm not sure why I deserve it, and I strive to not take it for granted.
And on a much lighter note:
- James Lee Burke is quickly becoming one of my favorite writers. The man can spin a tale, he writes about cops and bad guys, his books are set in Louisiana, and his language is poetic and gorgeous. I'm currently reading Tin Roof Blowdown, and loving it. It's a love letter to New Orleans if I ever read one.
- I was underwhelmed by the Heroes premier this week. Granted, I did watch it this morning while emailing back and forth with a crazy person at Evil, Inc. before 7 a.m., but I just didn't find myself impressed. I do love Kristin Bell's character, Elle. I'll keep watching for her. I miss Veronica Mars. My least favorite part of the premier: Suresh's voice-overs. Someone's superpower hopefully is making him shut up in episode 2.
- Speaking of Evil, Inc.: my boss spelled my 4-letter long name wrong today in two emails; I was accused of purposefully preventing children in Alabama from learning; and I tried to squeeze a $150K budget into a $40K package for my boss (I got to $50K). 2Rays didn't suggest charging for getting anyone off today, though, so we had that going for us.