It dawned on me that for many of us, our lives contain these wrong people who we continue to try to please (but won’t ever) and these fixer-upper situations that just continue to spring leaks as we scramble to patch them. And the point is that the fixer uppers won’t ever be fixed. Some fixer-uppers of course just need a little paint and the odd ant trap. Others are an emotional money pit. The hard part is knowing the difference. (From Krista’s November 3 posting.) Read the whole thing. The whole damn thing. Then think about your life. How many times does this type of situation occur? How many times…

I finally finished We Few, the latest book by David Weber and John Ringo in the Prince Roger series of stories. I say “finally” because this means I can refocus on homework and stop slacking off. It was a damned good book, but I’m curious as to whether the series will continue. It’s been years since I’ve frequented the Baen discussion groups, so I feel very much out of the loop. *sigh* I have a desire for so much more information than I am currently receiving…

Things are looking up for me: I’ve got an Albuterol inhaler from the school doc to help with the whole asthma thing. I’ve even used it, and the effect was immediate and amazing. We’ve got a webmaster for the newspaper, and he’s definitely impressing me. This weekend is the Six Month Anniversary of Happiness with WO. The second new bike is in my apartment, ready to be assembled tomorrow night. (In case I didn’t post about it, the first one had a warped front fork and had to be replaced–except that they seem to just have rotated models, so it took a couple of weeks for another to be conjured…

Mae and I figured out the secret to college life at Rose today.

The interesting thing about having an SO is that there is (at least at this phase) much less motivation to reach out and share all of my thoughts with the world. One of the reasons I started blogging was that I felt like I couldn’t rope anyone into sitting down long enough to listen to me babble about all the minutae in my life–all my weird little theories about weird little shit that probably won’t matter in the long run. But now I’ve got someone to listen. I’ve got a best friend who thinks it’s cute when I run off on tangents researching things like the Terry Schiavo case (*shrug*)…