Ironic.

In light of certain freak football accidents, I've come to realize that it's probably much easier to stomach several mini-losses along the way than to just go on living perfectly until you get slammed with a really huge, serious, doozy of a loss.

Something I've come to both enjoy and despise about California television is the wide variety of low budget PSAs and TV spots. My favorite is probably the pitiful one in which a team of Native Americans practically get down on their knees and beg the white man not to close down their casinos and my least favorite is definitely the devastating advertisement for animal shelters that features weeping puppies in cages and kittens reaching out towards the camera while Sarah MacLachlan croons in the background.

I've gotten into this habit of matching everything I find I like about California with something I don't. It's really stupid. I'm going to add it to my list of habits to kick and quit being so afraid of actually potentially liking it here.

Every decision I have to make feels way too crucial but now that I'm so old and penniless, I can't really afford to waste time.