Yeah, Im back! My membership expired last month, and I have had an even more extraordinarily difficult time getting my student loan refund than usual, so I had no money to pay rent, much less dish out $50 for a web site membership (regardless of how great a deal SG.com offers). Nevertheless, I was thrilled to see that I could re-join the sight and not lose all my old posts and settings. My membership was expired for at least a month, so I wonder exactly how long my posts would have been kept if I didnt re-join.
I am a bit reluctant to post again because I really liked my last post. Is it very conceited to admit you are particularly fond of one of your own posts? I dont think so, especially if one works as hard on them as I sometimes do. I spend more time writing in my journal here than I do in my blog. Nevertheless, despite my previous brilliance, I will continue with some dull facts about my life in the past month.
I switched one of my medications a few weeks ago. Im sure anyone who reads my journal gets tired of my diarizing my drug regimen, but you would do the same if every time you went to the drugstore you left with a bag that looks like its full of Chinese take-away for four. The reason this change is worth mention is because I have been so much more productive since the switch. Seroquel, the anti-psychotic I was using previously, absolutely crippled me for most of the day. I had to stay up for several days at a time just so I would hit this sweet spot some time in the middle when I could work well. This new stuff, Geodon, knocks me on my ass too, but it does so for a shorter period of time and then Im very lucid. The question is have I been getting so much done because of the new medication or because I havent been drooling over SGs for the past month.
Anyway, I shook hands on my first paying web-design deal last week. I spent most of this week writing an extended proposal for the client, which I just finished last night. In my free time, I fought with the financial aid office about my loan refunds, which I obviously received finally; else I would not be posting this here. All in all, I am very happy today. Getting the financial aid problem resolved is a big weight off my shoulders. Moreover, getting that web design contract fills me with a sense of self-confidence that I rarely have. Being the psychotic, bipolar loser at whom all my friends poke fun takes its toll. I feel like I have a chance at a stable, self-sustaining future.
Speaking of stability, today is my wifes birthday. I wish I could tell her that I wish her a happy birthday and that I still love her more than anything, or at least I love my memories of her, but I cant because I havent seen her outside of a courtroom since she left my rotten ass eight years ago. Actually, I don't even think I saw much of her in court that year because I was too traumatized from her absence. I suppose Ill just go buy some more roses just to hang them upside down to dry along the windows with the other dead roses, and then drink myself silly and play with my cat.
I am a bit reluctant to post again because I really liked my last post. Is it very conceited to admit you are particularly fond of one of your own posts? I dont think so, especially if one works as hard on them as I sometimes do. I spend more time writing in my journal here than I do in my blog. Nevertheless, despite my previous brilliance, I will continue with some dull facts about my life in the past month.
I switched one of my medications a few weeks ago. Im sure anyone who reads my journal gets tired of my diarizing my drug regimen, but you would do the same if every time you went to the drugstore you left with a bag that looks like its full of Chinese take-away for four. The reason this change is worth mention is because I have been so much more productive since the switch. Seroquel, the anti-psychotic I was using previously, absolutely crippled me for most of the day. I had to stay up for several days at a time just so I would hit this sweet spot some time in the middle when I could work well. This new stuff, Geodon, knocks me on my ass too, but it does so for a shorter period of time and then Im very lucid. The question is have I been getting so much done because of the new medication or because I havent been drooling over SGs for the past month.
Anyway, I shook hands on my first paying web-design deal last week. I spent most of this week writing an extended proposal for the client, which I just finished last night. In my free time, I fought with the financial aid office about my loan refunds, which I obviously received finally; else I would not be posting this here. All in all, I am very happy today. Getting the financial aid problem resolved is a big weight off my shoulders. Moreover, getting that web design contract fills me with a sense of self-confidence that I rarely have. Being the psychotic, bipolar loser at whom all my friends poke fun takes its toll. I feel like I have a chance at a stable, self-sustaining future.
Speaking of stability, today is my wifes birthday. I wish I could tell her that I wish her a happy birthday and that I still love her more than anything, or at least I love my memories of her, but I cant because I havent seen her outside of a courtroom since she left my rotten ass eight years ago. Actually, I don't even think I saw much of her in court that year because I was too traumatized from her absence. I suppose Ill just go buy some more roses just to hang them upside down to dry along the windows with the other dead roses, and then drink myself silly and play with my cat.
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Additionally, you are still too old to be my brother, Shane MacGowan or otherwise.
I feel like explaining the meds comment I made. I am the only member of my ENTIRE family that is not seriously disturbed. Seeeing family deal with that stuff left me as a sympathizer for those who have to take them. However, I take it too far and won't even take aspirin. Eh
The thing in Pittsburgh I was talking about in my journal was an sg halloween party. The burlesque tour doesn't start until january I think.. Are you going to see it at any of its stops?
I'm not sure what this tent is you keep referring to though! Oh, perhaps I mentioned that we ate at a restaurant that had a tent set up on an outdoor patio for us, because we had such a large group.
Funny that you had a dream about me! I had a dream about another SG last night.. but one that I've never met or even talked to here before! Isn't that odd? I would guess though, that the dream you had about me just symbolizes some kind of fear you have of women that they will all be predisposed against you.. or something.. Or perhaps not..
But either way... I did enjoy your complex dream analyses. I try to analyze dreams now and then, but if I can't determine the gist of it from my initial first impression, I don't spend too much time thinking about it.
But, as I was implying, it is pretty strange to have dreams about people you've never met. You're the second person on SG, who has never met me, to tell me you've dreamt about me. And the other person had hardly talked to me before! Is this unique to the internet age I wonder? Nah... probably not.
Congrats on your first paying design job. I'm glad to hear you are happy (or at least you were when you wrote that entry!)
As for your ex-wife, I think it is time to move on. Accept what will not ever be again and find something new to take its place.