What I've been thinking about for the past few days:

Isn't it strange that a) I know someone who was murdered, b) a shootout occured behind a Habitat house I was working on in Minnesota, and now c) a murder/suicide happened near my apartment complex? Surely this is abnormal. I'm really wondering what it all means. I myself haven't been a victim of violence, but it seems to happen in the outskirts around me.

update: I also went to high school with the man they called the Greenbelt murderer. I just remembered that.

I'm actually thinking about trying online dating. A cry for help? I don't know. It just seems like I'm not meeting anyone new lately. I volunteered for SxSW to meet people, and I did - I met a now pretty-close friend and an acquaintance. Nothing more. Where I work isn't conducive to meeting a romantic interest, that's for sure.

I can't focus on higher literature anymore. I can concentrate on higher lit that I've read before, like the copy of After Dachau that I bought at The Book Stop in Albuquerque. However, I try to read The Man who Mistook His Wife for a Hat and I just can't make myself do it. I'm really frustrated with myself; all I read nowadays is chick-lit.

and of course, my financial situation is pretty much always in the back of my mind. I hate that I think about money so much. I'm really not that into it; I'm just trying to figure out how to get by on what I've got.
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