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Four years between journal entries. Getting lazier by a factor of two. Not much has changed. More babies. I honestly forgot about the cowboy hat I crocheted (apparently). Still don't remember doing that. I don't do 2-d art much anymore. I crochet and I play Minecraft. The world is crazier and meaner than ever. I still believe in Jesus but I don't go to church because, well, everyone else just believes in Trump. They stopped believing in Jesus for some reason. So I feel alone in that I'm a liberal christian--both the liberals and the christians won't have me. I will still have them because that is how I roll and always will be how I roll. Lo

I suppose two years between journal entries is a bit lazy. It's July. It's hot. I hate the heat. I especially hate record breaking highs. I like record breaking lows much better. You know what I would like to see celebrated or at least recognized? A week straight of non-record breaking temperatures. "This week is neither the hottest nor the coldest week we've ever had." That would be cool. New interests: In the last two years I've picked up a noted interest in Nightvale, a podcast about a town that suffers from/enjoys a daily dose of the paranormal, vague and ominous government agencies, a sheriff's secret police, a schizoid mayor/mystic,

Its 12/21/2012. The 13th Baktun has begun. Booya Mayans. So, that must mean we have 5125 more years before the world has a chance to end again. Get it right next time, will you world? End already!