This will be my last daylog in a long time. I initially intended to use this as a place to self-reflect in order to better myself, but I feel that I have been venting here more than is really appropriate for this type of community. Huge thank you to wertperch, fliphone, and stasik for thoughtfully reading and responding to my logs over the years.

I don't think I should continue to reflect in the same manner that I have been. I feel that I have progressively gone from improving myself to indulging myself. The bad parts of me get lamented and I reiterate that I am miserable. I can't keep doing this. It isn't good for me.

Thank you to everyone. I am deeply grateful to how your thoughts helped me to refocus my conscious mind and understand my unconscious a little better. I am extremely sorry for any anguish or frustration or annoyance I have caused for anyone, mentioned or unmentioned alike, from my poor contemplation and neuroticism.

I will still write here in other ways, such

they told us stories from Jesus’ day

they gave us cookies and Kool-aid punch

the cookies were made with palm kernel oil

they tasted a little like coconut cake

and the punch was red and it tasted red

and the church had a janitor whose name was Levi

and he used to sing really loudly at times

amazing grace how sweet the sound

and we sat in a room where the floor was white

and pretended to

"Murder in the Cathedral" is a play written by T.S. Elliot, written and first performed in 1935. The play is a dramatized version of the assassination of Thomas Beckett, Archbishop of Canterbury, by knights acting for the King.

The play has a minimal cast: Thomas Beckett, four assassins, four tempters, three priests, and a chorus that explains and philosophizes. It also doesn't have a traditional arrangement into Acts or Scenes, there is just a Part I and Part II.