December.

I like December because I like to sing along with Harry Connick, and I like my Santa Hat, and it's a good excuse to decorate my house.

Other than that, it's an insanely busy month. For most people. During this month I am always reminded of the gap between me and the people I miss. And the gap between me and half the things I seem to rather be doing.

Rather unbuddhist.

My folks and I fixed things. I took down the previous post, because the details of the huge ugly fight are boring and unnecessary. It's a fight that'd been building since 2004, apparently. It is now resolved, I guess. My father cooks on things for a very. long. time.

I passed the exam. Two of six of us that sat for the exam did so.

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I am sitting at work, doing a stepdown shift....and parked next to a chatterbox. I'm contemplating violence. Again with the ragingly noncompassionate nonlovingkindness non-whatever.

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I've been typing and deleting and retyping and deleting different paragraphs, and it all boils down to the fact that I miss everybody and I also really want to get to Utah. The past two months have been fairly hellacious and exhausting ...and I miss everybody and I'd also like to be human again when I do talk to them again. I've been running on empty for awhile now.

That needs to get dramatically better soon.