recognizing the wide chasm between sympathy and selfish empathy.
experiencing death by 1,000 papercuts.
completely taken over the conference room of the guys who make Red vs. Blue.
hopped a red-eye to the promised land last night.
surrounded by giblets and headshots and shrapnel. Oh my!
the storm, but hates the calm before it.
risen above the funk (the mood, not the music.)
watching No Country for Old Men. How have I never seen this before?