Today, I'm keying names for cover pages of supporting documentation books to be sent to the Ministry. Not that you needed to know that, it just sort of rounds out the story I was going to tell.

I just came upon my given name, attached to the name of the first boy I ever loved. It looked kind of weird, but got me to thinking about there being another me out there, someone who might be having a better time than someone not shackled to this shitty little life I'm in the middle of. It made me smile.