Category Archives: writing

“Dear Journal… Hi, it’s me Doug…..”

(Ten points to anyone who can name that cartoon!) This blog project ends in 24 hours.  My girlfriend has spent nine months sitting in front of a computer everyday, expressing thoughts, feelings, and insights about a time that wasn’t wanted, … Continue reading

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I set this thing up, from its very conception (note the word choice) to be a gestation.  I gave it an eight-and-a-half-month timeline, with a clear date of when I could expect it to be over.  As I’ve mentioned before, … Continue reading

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I don’t even know where to start with this…  But between the post title and that first line, I guess it’s best to start by reassuring everyone that nobody else is pregnant. I’ll start with a background story.  Once upon a … Continue reading

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Hate to see you go, but…

Apparently, I’m not very good at goodbyes.  This is apropos of nothing immediate, just something that came up in therapy yesterday, when I was trying to explain how I feel guilty or remorseful about making plans with friends during time I … Continue reading

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Singularly focused

My heart isn’t in this tonight. Doug and I got into a pseudo-argument this afternoon, because I feel like all his energy goes into his bike: it seems like that’s all he thinks about, talks about, worries about, and wants to … Continue reading

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All the things to whine about

Yesterday, I reminded myself of all the things I could do to make my weekend of night shifts feel less like torture.  Then I mentioned that I would probably forget them all by today.  Prophesy: fulfilled. This morning started off … Continue reading

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When relaxing feels like work

Let my soul-crushing weekend begin. Actually, Doug told me last night to stop calling night shifts “soul-crushing.”  He said it sounds melodramatic, especially coming from me.  But that’s how I feel about them: there’s some part of me that feels … Continue reading

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