I see a red door and I want to paint it black

Well, here I am again. Thought you'd finally gotten rid of me, didn't you? I'm sorry to say it, but I'm not so easily vanquished young warrior.

Actually, I'm not sorry! Haha!

It's nearly wintertime again and time is again something I have in abundance as I have once more joined the proud ranks of the unemployed. Woohoo! Actually, it would be woohoo if I had more money to enjoy this time. Oh, well, maybe I'll go back to school. Get a haircut and get a real job, as the song goes.

So how are all of you out there? Ready for the holidays? Ready for the apocalypse? Ready for Halo 3?

I'm not quite so depressed as I was towards the start of this year, for which I'm thankful. But I'm not quite perfectly happy. I don't think that's truly possible in this life, but I'd be a lot closer to it if I could win the lottery. Hehe, maybe.

I did have the opportunity last week to get together with most of siblings. It was a surprise party for my sister's fortieth birthday. A great time it was, lacking just one brother--he had to go to Prague. Like that's an excuse. The experience got me thinking of how nice it is to be accepted as who you are by those who really matter. For much of my life, I've hid things about myself from my family. I always thought it necessary--they are a religious lot and I'm not so much. So I've tried to hide my tobacco use and other things of that nature from them. Now, I don't care so much, and they still seem to like me. I guess I should have always know they would. I'm not gay, but I can imagine the sense of relief and release that a gay person feels on coming out of the closet. Which reminds me--I need to clean my closet, it's a mess.

Now, here we are again. Me trying to wrap this up cohesively and you probably not even reading anymore. Cool. I might just do a few more of these things.