For the first time in a while, I sat down last night and got some writing done. I'm very pleased with the result. It's not finished, but it's a solid start.

Why don't they make a good acne product for adults? It seems like the only "adult" acne products I've found are the same chemicals (benzoil peroxide) that they put in children's acne medicine, but in different formats. And it doesn't work. It just irritates my skin more.

For the first time since my third marriage went sour, my religious practice is picking up again. I had gone t'ien tai for a while, but now I'm ready to come back to the fold. Part of it has been teaching the baby how to chant. Both my girls have always loved chanting, and it seemed mean to take that away from them. I'd like to set my shrine up again, but I'd have to find room. I'll find room.

I feel like I've lost some kind of connection to my work. I'm (as usual) buried up to my ass, but I just can't get motivated to take it too seriously. That's bad.