I'm resisting the urge to chop off my hair again. I know I'll regret it afterwards. It's not worth it. There isn't anything to chop off.

I need a break from Utah. Or maybe to go hiking up the trail that's in the Avenues, or the Shoreline trail this weekend. Maybe we'll try that, and I'll put my photo essay together from that.

I'm running awfully short on time to register for summer semester. This is beginning to worry me.

I have insomnia combined with an extreme urge to bake. I know exactly what that means. But it's not something I want to consider an option. I have my life plans. This doesn't fit. But the puzzle doesn't have to go together perfectly. Life is art, not science.

I feel as if I'm out of the loop with all things gay lately.

I think I need to start going to morning prayer, or at least Saturday evening services. And maybe start going to centering prayer again.

Really though, I'm not in any way unhappy. I love how things are going right now.