One: This morning, with a two-pager entitled ‘Beautiful Things’, I finished up my fifth 80 page notebook journal(and 8th overall counting smaller journals). My index of essays informs me that this morning marks my 101st essay since beginning the larger-sized journals in Feb. 2005. 101 essays on 400 pages in 2 1/2 years. Kinda cool. I figure that if there’s ever a fire and I can only grab one thing before fleeing for my life, the 2-inch binder that holds all five current notebooks would be it. Though I’d make a last attempt at The Joshua Tree as well….

Two: In two weeks this sword will be tattooed on my left shoulder blade. 5 inches w/ the detailed scrollwork included. Can’t wait….

And I think I’m going to begin searching for a church for the first time in four years. I’m going to start with St. Joseph’s Cathedral in downtown Columbus. Look at that picture of the interior. I’ve always loved the gothic cathedral look and find this picture so freakin cool. In other words, I’m probably going to be catholic. I’ve been thinking about that echo from ‘O Holy Night’ and I think it’s a catholic echo somehow. There is a theory as to why this might be so, but you’ll laugh at me for it. In the scene during Home Alone where Kevin goes into the cathedral, the choir is singing the song ‘O Holy Night’. That movie is tied to my childhood, and so that song is swirling with all this nostalgia based upon that scene and the one or two times I went to my Uncle’s church Immaculate Conception. Somehow all that has bundled into my religious portion of my soul as, “Dan. You’re Catholic.”

I have drunk Caffeine for the final time today.

I know it’s a Christmas song but dammit does it make my heart break. I wish I was eloquent enough to describe what it feels like when I hear “Fall…on your knees”. There’s an echo there. Damn damn….

I would be completely emotionally satisfied in a relationship conducted entirely by Postal Mail. I can’t deny that there are times when I crave the loving arms of an open-hearted girl, but that physical drive pales in comparison to the deeper emotional one. An emotional drive that I know is filled to the point of overflowing when I see a simple letter in the mail. I don’t know what causes this to be the case, but it is the case.

Am I crazy?