ailbhe | Late-night thinking is always a bit strange (Reply)

Here I sit with my gaping wound in my jaw (actually, what wisdom teeth I did manage to produce look very small to my untutored eye, though one had a very complicated under-gum shape) and my codeine pills and my pain, thinking late-night thoughts like I remember doing as a teenager. Except I'm not racked with self-loathing and angst this time around, which is a definite plus. And I've sorted out the sexuality issues, too. In fact, this isn't like being a teenager at all, except for the late-night incoherent part.

I've decided to free up some of my online time for things I enjoy, which means I can read some journals I felt I didn't have time for before, for example, and I'm quite close to making space for the sewing machine (inspired by

string_revol), and maybe finishing the photo albums, though the latter is easier with help.

I'm thinking too about the Things I Think I Believe (LJ)(DW) and what else I'd like to say about them, but can't quite figure it out. I want to know how to ~~indoctrinate~~ teach my children to think like I do (see also "I want them to want the things I want them to want"). I think it's a good way to think, at least until I find a better one.

Emer is still telling me to count myself in the people who love me. And she loves herself too. It's so completely obvious to her.

At dinnertime, Linnea said "It's nice when the whole fambly is together." So I am doing something right, giving them some important gifts.