Parks and Recreation is back on. I heart Ben so much, it’s a shame he’s not a real person. Those episodes when his feelings were revealed last season–pure umami. I’m pretty sure my brain was tricked into thinking I was in love. There were nights I had trouble sleeping. Good scene work does that. I like things that are visceral.

That drummer gets a lot of pussy.

You’re just sharp enough and you’re just cute enough but you’re missing that something that ties your heart to your balls. -my evaluation of someone I met at the conference.

Almost one year ago. Office Christmas party. It was supposed to be a celebration but what I remember most is the rain. He in a trenchcoat. We under a canopy in the rain. A hug. And my heart and soul and mouth were silent. Will my memories always be defined by silence? Will the rain this year haunt me? I always try to do the right thing. That is my greatest strength and my greatest flaw. Maybe I am a soldier. Maybe underneath it all, I’m programmed to do one thing, not necessarily by choice but because that’s all I know.

I know how to replace Steve Jobs’ void. I don’t know if it’s a dream or a vision but it’s worth trying.

I’m an athlete on the verge of retirement. Just have to accept.