I have the flu. I would not, in fact recommend this to a friend. I would also not recommend it while on vacation, which I am. I am visiting an old friend out west and am supposed to be living it up and stress free. Instead, I am home with a box of Kleenex, the pulpiest orange juice in the history of the world, and crappy DVDs. My friend is out, needing to escape the wonderful sneezing that is me.
Things are still insane and upside down. Some things have changed, others haven't. One that has, while seemingly small to others, actually isn't. The other week, after roughly 15 years of long, long hair, I cut it all off. I decided that the kids at Locks of Love needed it more than I. It was something I have always wanted to do but never had the balls to go through. One morning I just woke up and decided that it was a fresh start and that was my first step. The other steps are yet to come, but I guess only time will tell.
I had planned on writing more, but here's the thing. I like telling stories, I find it fun and it's a good way to space out my thoughts. However, the sharing the details of my life has come to really bite me squarely on the ass. I am trying to do this maybe, again, but without the truly personal stuff. But my sweet fancy moses, it's hard. I start one train of thought and then second guess myself. I don't know if this will work or not, I guess only time will tell with that as well.
That's all for now, more really poorly made movies need my attention.