the ability that i have, to listen to music, to feel from it, to allow my mind to wander and dream, recalling old memories and imagining new ones at the same time, my body rocking unconsicously to the beat. my brain being able to process the words that i type as others enter my ears, humming along. being overwhelmed. wow.

I’ve been listening to some Garth Brooks lately; good stuff. Something that just hit me as a parallel is my run-in with drugs. I think I always was afraid of Dad’s anger and when I was finally man enough to talk to him I found that it caused him pain instead. It is very similiar in principal to this song, with the same conclusion – I hope that someday I am half the man he is.

i don’t know who you are, but i’m grateful.

i have a such a sweet, patient kitty. she will sit right by the door and never utter a peep, waiting for me to notice her and let her out.

from my Knuth book: long but enjoyable

i watched an anime last night about a boy and his sister who lived during WWII. their house was destroyed and their parents killed. it was really emotionally wrenching – when things were going right the girl was so cute and the boy so proud. when things went wrong, the boy was left alone. i couldn’t help but feel lonely and afraid.