Thursday, June 2, 2011

I Was Gone For A Bit.

I would like to suggest you click on the following link and head on over to my second weekly post at Sprocket Ink. There aren't any-um-s. n. a. k. e. s. there this time you don't have anything to worry about. Promise!

I was absent yesterday. From more-or-less everything. It was my first day of official unemployment (again) and I must admit that I didn't take it as well as I could have. I thought I could just shake it off and keep on truckin'. Instead, I basically I spent the entire day wallowing in self-pity. Not exactly how I planned it.

I've been battling a case of the old writer's block as well and haven't been feeling very bloggy. I am, however, happy to report that I'm over it. I'm feeling back to my old self and ready to rumble. I think the breaking point came when, around 2:30pm yesterday, I realized the funny taste in my mouth was because I didn't brush my teeth for the entire day. And I didn't care! I just stayed there in bed.

This morning I shaved and clipped my nails - which I hadn't done since my meeting last Monday with the asshole formerly called "Bossman" (No, I'm not still holding a grudge. Why do you ask?) I've completely ditched the whole crazy mountain hermit/Charlie Manson thing I had going on.
Okay, maybe I didn't look this bad. But close.
I do, however, attribute the twigs and leaves in my hair to the numerous grackle attacks I suffered during the long weekend. I swear, it's like they were out for me or something.

Anyway, I dealt with my issues the way I normally do. I wrote an angry letter. It wasn't addressed to any one in particular. I just spew out all of the confused, angry thoughts. I know, weird, but it's my process. I'm not going to subject you to it, though so don't worry. There are some things in life we just don't need to share. The main thing is that, this morning, that I'm feeling like my old self. 

Then there was a knock on the door. Seems I've been selected for jury service.

Out.standing...

Oh, and don't forget. I've got a post over at Sprocket Ink. I totally suggest you go check it out. Totally.

7 comments:

  1. Hey man, a day to chill and wallow is okay every now and then. And I have to agree with OT, Chuck is creepy...

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  2. neat blog mmmm

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  3. It is a good thing I haven't been selected for jury service. With my current state of mind I would not want to be the defender.

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  4. @ Oilfield: It's the eyes. He has wild, crazy psycho-stare down to a science.

    @ paulsifer: I'm glad it was only a day this time. Depression takes too much energy.

    @ Zertuzzi: Thanks. I try.

    @ Nubian: Let's see what trouble I end up getting into with my soon to come misadventures in the legal system.

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  5. writing it out is always cathartic. so glad you're rumbling again!

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  6. After bad news it is good to wallow for 24 hours.
    Takes that long to incubate the TERMINATOR.

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