Getting downright onry (sp?) lately. Can't seem to find a way out of my house to save my life. I can't sleep at night, and barely sleep in the day. This sucks. Damn you insomnia!

On the upside of things, I resumed communications with a very nice young lady of my aquaintance. A year is a long time, but some people don't notice, while others do. I most certainly don't mind.

Tried writing again. It's like flexing muscles I haven't used in a long time. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll never get back to where I was, but then again, I don't really care that much.

Still dealing with stupid issues about how I look, who I am, where I'm going and all that. It's a weird thing to tread water. I was always getting ready before. Now I have nothing to get ready for. My whole life's mission was to be ready for the one event I proved unable to complete in it's fullness. I keep trying to tell myself it's because I'm sick, but this twisted, tiny part of myself keeps laughing every time I say that.

"It's all in your head." He keeps saying.
"Then why the migraine's? Why the ulcer?"
"It's all psychosomatic. You just couldn't hack it."
"Just shut up."

Boy, aren't I just a big bucket 'o sunshine? Well, trying to resolve stuff as best I can. Need work. Anyone know of someplace that's hiring, let me know.

On another note, please don't post anonymously if you can avoid it. I love knowing names of the people who look at my blog. It's nice to know someone actually stops here once in a great while.

Luve ya'all!