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.
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