Gorgeous...

"It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up inside with needing them – and they simply don’t need you. That’s all there is to it, and neither of you can do anything about it. And they’ll be the same way with someone else, and someone else will be the same way about you and it goes on and on – this desperate need – and only once in a rare million do the same two people need each other." -Madeleine L’Engle

Minimalist Running Shoes

I bought some, several weeks ago, but I have been really sick with a chest cold, so today is the first time I have them out of the box. I was going to wear them to the gym this morning, but I think maybe a few days of wearing them for a few hours each day, out in the world, may be called for. I can feel that the are taxing different foot muscles than more supportive shoes would, and I don't want to overdo it.

WTF, brain?!

Nothing like having your brain throw you an exquisitely detailed sex dream about a person you haven't seen in 20 years, and with whom you never had sex. I guess it's slightly better than dreaming about sex with someone you interact with every day.

Slightly. 

Esquire!

I don't have my bar number yet, but I found out last night that September's MPRE score meets Oregon's requirements. I should hear from the Oregon State Bar soon, and be officially a lawyer! (Though still an unemployed one, at least for now.)

I'm getting ready to buff up that resume and start mailing it out. The journey that started so many years ago may finally be getting its next chapter.

I'm incredibly happy.