Nothing but my laziness to blame.

Today in real life I'm frightened by how little things have changed since the beginning of my father's absence. Certainly, my mother has random emotional breakdowns on a near-daily basis worrying her head off about financial issues and the future security of our ex-family. But I still cannot ignore the fact that ever since the two-week emergency restraining order was put into place, things have gotten...much less tense. You know there's something wrong when your father is suddenly gone from the home for a mandatory fourteen days and you struggle to find a tangible difference. How is it a major player's life without its major player remains largely unchanged? I can't help but feel sorry for him because of it, in spite of everything he's done. Maybe I'm too sentimental. Maybe I'm just a fool.

Today on the internets I re-watched a wonderful short film I'd forgotten about. As one commenter quoted from the Bible (here's looking at you, Miss You-Know-Who-You-Are--I know how much recent Lost episodes have made you love Bible quotes), "What good will it be for a man if he gains the whole world, yet forfeits his soul?" (Matthew 16:26). Answer: YOU STILL HAVE THE MOTHERFUCKING WORLD. But in all seriousness, the six or so minutes is worth the watch.

Today in fiction busy busy busy. For my original novel, I'm sacrificing detail and proper English and meticulous writing in place of just getting it done and filling in all the details later. I'm 74 pages in and nowhere near an ending, but it feels damn good to finally get this all out. My mother also read a small sample of my 'other work' and enjoyed it so much she suggested that I try writing it professionally and become a bestselling erotica author while still being an asexual virgin. I might actually consider it if my concept of an interesting romance didn't always involve one of the parties being psychopathic to some degree. Wait a minute...that could actually be pretty fun...