My ex-husband is at his girlfriend's mother's funeral.

Sometimes I am amazed when I think about all of the lives of all of the people I don't know.  The more I  find out, the more I realize that truth is stranger than fiction.

I was feeling guilty today for hurting people I have loved.  Sorry people I have loved.

I hope I can learn to laugh at the perversity of human nature--that we have a sense of right and wrong, good and evil, and yet we fuck up constantly--rather than cry to turn away from the truth.

Like Antonin Scalia.  He thinks he is a good person.  He believes in the Devil and the Catholic Church.  He thinks is was brave not to recuse himself from Dick Cheney's case.  He has reached the pinnacle of the legal profession in our country.

I've considered taking up stand-up as a hobby.  It might be easier than learning a craft or how to play an instrument.  But for the next two years I've committed to studying Hebrew.