I'm Tryin', Ringo

And then it hit the point that I could no longer deny that changes needed to be made, on all fronts. However, the only thing I can control is my own end of that, and so I am pushing all the boundaries of who I am, and how I live, and how I learn, and how I speak, and how I react.

It's not the most fun one can have, but it is necessary, and it is changing the things around me.

One of the more superficial changes, yet one of the more important, is that I'm seeing a chiropractor. Fuck all the time & money wasted on my last shrink, the chiropractor is changing my life, and my attitudes toward my life. I'm going to call an optometrist now, and set up an appointment for new glasses. Maybe that will help with the headaches.

I'm working on three separate design jobs right now (two business logos, and a CD package), prepping for the first day of shooting on the new show, and trying (with questionable success) to navigate the mine field that is my family.

Oh, yeah, and I'm promising myself that I'm going to start maintaining this blog again. I was reminded yesterday, during an email conversation with a friend, how important this forum has been to me, and how much everyone who comes through here -either on a regular, or on a lark- has meant to my limited sanity.

Oh, and I chopped my hair off.

Chopped Off My Hair

OK, now I call the optometrist.

Thanks.

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