In the conflict of Pope v. Trump, this is currently my favorite stupid comment on a newspaper article:

And what idiot appointed the Pope to decide who is and who is not a Christian?

Uh, there's a whole process and everything.

ION, I FORGOT my coke this morning because I was so tired. This is going to be a self-reinforcing problem.

And what idiot appointed the Pope to decide who is and who is not a Christian?

According to about 1.2 billion people, that would be God. The commenter should feel free to take the matter up with the idiot in question at the earliest opportunity.

Wow! That's impressive. How are you doing generally, Gud?

Eh, not that great really. I feel like I just jump from time-sensitive task to time-sensitive task with no end in sight. I don't do things like watch TV, or read, or play games, or do stuff with friends, or anything for leisure and I still need to squeeze in time for exercise somehow. Also, I'd like to get back to writing, but I just can't find the time. Meanwhile my wife gets angry at me for not doing certain things around the house. It's like I have to do precisely the right tasks at the right time and that's really hard when I'm always running out of time.

I should get what should be the final proofs for my book, Cog, today. Yet, I don't feel all that excited about it because I know I won't have time to promote it or work on the sequel like I would like to. So, kinda bummed about that.

OTOH, we sent off that last mortgage payment last night and that was sorta cool, sixteen years of payments just came to an end.

Pope v. Trump

This season's Republican primaries is just gold.

Husband has a second phone interview with the Nashville people on Monday. Eek.

The short form is that we learn what it means to be us in the world long before we are in relationships and that learning includes being influenced by people whose losses have nothing materially to do with us, but we STILL learn how we are supposed to process loss from them.

We talk about this a lot in therapy.

ION, I FORGOT my coke this morning because I was so tired

I kind of want this to mean Dana has to snort cocaine every morning to get going because she hates her job that much. Except that would be really bad for Dana. So I don't. But still.

I really don't feel like working today. I really SHOULD, I've got a fair bit to do...but I don't wanna. I have a teleconference in 20 minutes, maybe I'll be more jazzed up after that. (This is, btw, totally why I'm going to have to join a coworking space, once I'm only working from home. Because I need to have somewhere to go and feel obliged to work. In theory.)

Pope v. Trump

I mean, I know who I'd vote for in that matchup, but....I'd still vote for the Democrat.

Friend texted me last night to say she's decided she's going to turn down the contract and come to Chile (!!!!). Haven't actually talked to her, though--we're supposed to get together later today. Guess I'll find out the story...I will feel SUPER guilty if she has a hard time finding work during the time she would've been on that contract though. :(

I kind of want this to mean Dana has to snort cocaine every morning to get going because she hates her job that much.

Capitalization goes when I am sleepy.

The good news is that they replaced our old crappy vending machine. Bad news is that the new one doesn't have Coke Zero, so I was obliged to drink Diet Coke.

We talk about this a lot in therapy.

It's a powerful influence people don't think to scrutinize because the beliefs are established as 'the way the world is'. Why would you think anything else?

The root of my work is to help people learn how to learn how they learned. THEN, you can make decisions about what aspects of that learning work for you now and which do not.

When you find thoughts that no longer fit with your life, you can over-write them with more productive choices.

I love it so much.

Husband has a second phone interview with the Nashville people on Monday.

I realize I don't live in Nashville. But I am really really pulling for this to happen. If it does, I will come visit you this summer! (Actual people already living in Nashville: I will come visit you this summer!)

Go, friend of meara! You don't have to feel guilty, though, this is her call.

Hil had mentioned on fb about someone giving up Skyline for Lent, and I was about to comment on how I'd tried and failed to give up coffee, social media, and booze for Lent this year. Then I remembered that I have people on there who wouldn't like that I drink at all. Then I remembered that I was on social media. Ha.

So yeah, I fucking suck at Lent this year. The coffee, now that I should have realized. The problem with giving up coffee is that I'm not coherent enough before my coffee to remember that I was giving it up. So I'm not trying that one anymore. Social media has proven somewhat difficult, plus I have some promotional stuff I need to do. So I've resigned myself to cutting waaay back on time spent over there. (Y'all don't count. You're not social media; you're just my peeps.)

But the booze, man, I just dunno about the booze. I brought a bunch of my good beer to rehearsal, figured the boys might as well drink if I wasn't going to. And then the place the SO took me for Valentines had a really nice selection of craft beers, so I had one that night. Other than that I've been clean, but I'm coming up on one of my big songwriting conferences, and man, I did not know this before, but songwriters motherfucking drink. And I got really tied in with the organizers, so there's going to be a lot of parties. And I dunno. I lost my non-drinking buddy, he just had hernia surgery and won't be there. He's like me, with the Asian genes, so he just doesn't drink at all. I just drink and get drunk faster than anyone else. Possibly he has the right way of it.

I'll have to play it by ear, I guess. But the point of Lent is still going well. I'm using the time freed up from some of those habits to build in some better practices. So I guess it's ok.