Sometimes I'll want to write these momentous entries, one of those this IS what I believe entries, because I'll have just finished reading [about] Socrates and Darwin and Sherry Matulis and it'll all seem so crystalline, I'll have it all sussed out, but there won't be words.

I am not Socrates or Darwin or Matulis, so occasionally I feel anything I may say on subjects breached by the aforementioned will only be simplistic and offensive.

But sometimes it is enough that I understand more completely.

Days were different when you counted them in hours. There were some things that she never wanted again.

(On the other hand, sometimes, a bold AND daring racoon may find his way into the house, eat all the cookies left in the bathroom, give chase, and send two mature, empowered women screaming 'GET IN THE ROOM! GET IN THE ROOM!' 'AAAAAHHHH!!!)