Bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch!

That's all I ever do on here. You'd think I was having a miserable life or something.

I'm not. On a personal level, everything's great. In general, I'm really happy, despite having been completely disillusioned about politics.

This morning, I took a multi-hour walk through a forest, and down to a beach, and then stopped at a Scandinavian bakery on my way home.

Everyone else in Seattle is bitching about how hot it's been all week, but my new place has windows on 3 sides and this wonderful air current that keeps it nice and cool and refreshing, I haven't had to turn on a fan since we moved. At the apartment we just moved out of, I'd have been baking. And even then, this is nothing like the temperatures I was walking to work in a year and a half ago. My life is better in so many little ways like that.

I don't hate my job. I don't have much of a job, either, but at least I don't hate it. And it's not like I'm sitting around watching junk TV with all that spare time.

I've read more books in the past year than in the decade before it. And not just conspiracy theory stuff, either. A ton of lovecraft. Several history books - some mainstream, and some more Zinn-ish. Some political commentary, ala Moore and Hightower. The always useful Zombie Survival Guide. A couple of books on cinema (and one on the history of sex in television). A lot of graphic novels. Several RPGs, of course. All that reading I've always wanted to do, but rarely found the time for, I've been doing it. It feels good.

Yet for some reason, I get on here, and I just start bitching about the government. Give a man a bar of soap, and he'll wash his neighbors mouth. Give that man a soapbox...