wasting my time and yours

I am an ugly, ugly man.




Sorry about that. Lost the will to live (and with it the will to blog) for a couple of days there.

Went insane. Made some embarrassing phone calls. Drank myself into a little blackout. Would like to say its the last time I'll do it. Can't.

Pathetic realization: I am happiest on the upswing of a hangover. That short time just as you are starting to feel okay again and your mind is coasting on the blank, serene waters of leveled body functions. All of my useless worries are gone, I no longer fear what peril the future holds and feel like I am making it. It may be a dillusional, passing fix, but its mine and I love it.

Time to start looking for a new place again. And still looking for that second job. Lots of looking. Very little finding. Its a theme see.