this is how it's going

Stefania and I had The Talk. My main reaction is to wonder whether or not some of our coping mechanisms and patterns are actually healthy and we can and should use them when necessary or helpful.
Jessa was back to uncontrollable insensitivity, but I'm about to go meet her because she said she wants to make me lunch.
bp got her house broken into. Yeah, she was robbed.
Help I've offered to a friend in need has been met with nothing but resistance. Hostile and hurtful resistance.
I got a card in the mail. The letter printed out and folded inside seemed to be asking for more than it could give. Maybe it's the thought that counts?
It's been raining for days. My shoes and socks are wet. I'm about to head back into it.
I don't think I'll be taking a class in the Spring. I'm busy enough. It's expensive. I know that's the right choice for me right now, but external pressures bear upon me that I should be in school. Will it never end? A bachelor's degree isn't enough? I have enough to do, and I do enough. I work full time. I am in grad school (for now). I'm a co-advisor to the Vagina Monologues--more work than can be explained, and more rewards. I'm co-coaching a U9 co-ed soccer team. I'm a poor excuse of a PRISM board member.

I'm heading off to lunch, but not with high hopes. I'm tired of my feet being wet.