I'm at home again.

I'm wondering: what the fuck am I doing with my life? I need to learn how to do something.

You have to have some sort of boundaries from which you can distinguish yourself. I've hardly ever been forced to do anything I didn't want to. I never have done anything really, truly challenging. I need my ass kicked a bit.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to grow up before postmodernism, when there were some certainties (even if it was bullshit). Maybe that's why the right wing has been so successful- they don't embrace ambiguity. I can kind of understand why that's so appealing.

Also, trying to take puppies for a walk is ridiculous, because they're so excited about EVERYTHING that you just get tangled up in the leash and end up dragging them along half the time.