I was telling someone that I was convinced that 90% of the recovery is mental. And I am thinking this has to be the case given my most recent activities. We got to LA at like 6 pm on Thursday…chilled… Continue Reading →

My clock is going to be off. In my head it is 3 am but here it is only midnight. How surprising this place was. I was telling E I would never get off the bus from podunk, USA thinking… Continue Reading →

First of all, I wanted to thank you all for being a part of what was probably record posting in my journal. That blip was actually supposed to be longer. But I wrote it and continued to get interrupted last… Continue Reading →

I spoke with someone earlier who told me that I didn’t always have to be running from death. That I was in a huge rush to accomplish stuff in efforts to escape or evade death. And I wonder if, no… Continue Reading →

I’ve been reading, or rather devouring books since I was probably 11. I found it really hard to read post surgery but I have been doing it again recently. The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, The Curious Incident of a Dog… Continue Reading →

ah too bad there have been these wretched dates every hundred years…too bad our current administration is so hell bent on screwing the world up that they probably find some peace in the fact that the world could end at… Continue Reading →

Lately I have been walking this line in between complete happiness and complete moroseness. These are things I should not be writing about today as it is the first day I spout a red river of hell from regions beyond…. Continue Reading →

I went out yesterday to open my bank account back up with Citibank, to no avail. Once again E was there to save me, introducing me to his personal banker friend at Chase, who opened my account up for me… Continue Reading →