I left my last therapy appointment with some paperwork about breathing exercises to derail anxiety [which only seem to work some of the time] and the beginnings of a very strange urge.

I didn’t quite have any idea what that urge was at the time, but it eventually came to me: I wanted new dogtags.

My old ones disappeared at some point. They were standard military issue, which makes me very nervous about the fact that they’ve disappeared…and they just didn’t identify me anyway. Not now.

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Why I Will Never Be A Grownup: Part 1 of an Infinite Series.

I’m a big fan of honesty and not hiding things, so let’s be up front about something: I am a complete failure when it comes to behaving like a grownup.

I’m thirty-two. I have no fucking clue how that happened — my best guess is that time snuck by while my back was turned, on a rocket or something.

Shit, lost the thread already. This does not bode well.

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I feel like I should respond to this….

Okay, so I haven’t been doing much lately. Not here, anyway. I’m occasionally on Facebook, but, mostly, I’ve been ignoring my current computer problems and playing Star Wars: The Force Unleashed…and Lego Harry Potter…and a little Arkham Asylum, because the re-release apparently requires replaying instead of accessing my previous saves. Meh.
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