In this age of greater awareness and greater understanding do our expectations reach beyond the real, into the ideal. Are we doomed to an abjectly miserable life of disappointment, following disappointment until we sabotage any flicker of self worth or remnant of happiness.
My, isn't technology wonderful? I wonder how I would feel if my day were made into a TV show, I think when Joan was awful, the point was that everyone watched it as there was only Jane, but when Jules is awful there were so many awfuls there was no fame, or infamy.
June 23
There seems to be an inertia settling over my days, like a dust that for some reason is...