greener grass

Lately I think I would enjoy being a man with a huge beard who wears flannel shirts and glasses and looks extremely serious all of the time. I'd smoke a pipe and all of my books would be hardcovers and I wouldn't laugh at things that aren't funny. I might not laugh at all. If anything, I'd have a baritone sort of chuckle that I'd let out only on worthy occasions. I guess I'm just having a gender dysphoric kind of day.

"home"

A little over a year ago (2/5/09, according to this blog), it appears that I came to the decision that I needed to move back to Ohio to focus on applying to graduate school. I decided this because I felt that I was becoming too depressed, too annoying -- I could barely stand myself, and I was fairly certain that no one else would be able to tolerate me for very long either. But then I didn't go through with it. At least, not until now.

Maybe this happens late every winter. I'd hate to think that I just moved from Utah back to Ohio just because I was grumpy from lack of sunlight. So let's say that I had a good reason.

No sudden movements today. No decisions. I don't want to do anything stupid. I mean, anything else.