Oh, and, yes...

...Merry Christmas.

To balance the evil in the last post, I'd like to say that I spent part of my day at a shelter, organizing gifts, and food packages for the less fortunate. It's... rather disheartening to think that even with such an outpouring of support in the holidays, it's never really enough. Spent several hours walking between shelves of foodstuffs a few feet taller than I am. (Some of you who know me will at this point remark about how I'm rather short; too bad this is a public service announcement, fuck you very much :).

Might go back tomorrow. Might just stay in my apartment. Not really sure. The world is generally cold out there, and I still have wars to fight in here. In this, my digital world, for the analog is elsewhere.

I've called her The Analog. Referring to the lack of digitization in her physical being. However, I find a dual meaning for that statement. She is my analog, as well. We're so very alike, and yet so distinct. I really enjoy that fact - that we can speak the same language, and read the pages in each others books. I'm often overwhelmed that she's so much more sophisticated than I am, but she wears it so well.

I miss you, Lindsay; truly I feel that much more alone, knowing you're not around the corner.