I was watching TV this morning when the show was interrupted:

"We are on the air this morning because President Bush is about to hold a press conference in the White House rose garden. It is the tenth solo new conference of his presidency, the first since July 30th, which also took place in the rose garden."

Well. Thank goodness they interrupted Price is Right for this vital gardening info!

Yesterday I had therapy and was able to brandish a handful of emails and read them out loud. She was very impressed by my angry email from Thursday, as Tracing was. It was kind of strong. And the weird email from Sunday where he seems to think that my doubts have wrecked any chance of a relationship, which I still think is the most hilarious thing that he has ever said to me.

Why are men so weak? I mean, I hate generalizations, "men are like this and women are like this" and so on, it's a bunch of horseshit and only gives people the excuse to be assholes. "Well, I'm sorry that I did that, but that's because I'm a man/woman, and that's what we're like!" Bullshit.

That said, why are men so weak? I don't know a single man that can put up with the emotional weight that nearly every woman in my life has to hold on her shoulders without collapsing. They crumble so easily, just a little push and they fall apart.

Of course, I am clearly no Great Wall of China of emotional health myself, so I am probably not one to talk. But I'm still walking around and living my life and being in love and I am ready to embrace happiness rather than pushing it away with both hands because I am too afraid of what it might mean to live like that. To be happy.

Today's horoscope:
Unless your work is repetitive, focus is hard to achieve. Calm your thoughts through meditation. Clear your system by singing. Your task will seem endless if you can't approach it from a happy place.

One year ago today:
There must be a more efficient way of blocking than the way that I do it, which is to do it completely on the fly. Unfortunately, when the actors don't remember it, that means that I have to do it again. And again. And again. Maybe cast less stupid actors next time? Or possibly write things down? Nah, bitching about it makes the most sense.

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