Too much tequila for Joe in Rosarito.
Almost every breath I uttered at work today was related to either paintball or tequila. Maybe I should don my camouflage paintball clothes and get drunk and shoot random people.

On a more feminine side of things, I’m really excited about going either to the Niagara Peninsula or the Hotel del Coronado in late September this year with a buncha chicks. I hope I don’t get overly attached to some guy and muck up my travel plans. My court reporter had once said to me, “Once you come out of that place where you’re so hurt and disappointed all the time, you will find you become very protective of your peace.” How true that is. I’m working on being “comfortable in [my] own skin,” which is another phrase she uses a lot. I think presently comfort means being able to enjoy my freedom without feeling lost in the vacuum of spare time.

Pain was so constant and so deep that to simply feel nothing is such a blessing.