Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Beautiful Distraction

When I made the resolution to post more often I forgot to take into account The World Cup.

At least we Greeks scored a goal this time:

The World Cup has screwed up my life. But it's nothing compared to Korea/Japan in '02 when the time difference was just brutal. That was when my life was smithed to smashereens.

You heard me.


Friday, April 23, 2010

...kinda like Brian Wilson did.

Every six hundred and seventy-four days like clockwork!

In the spirit of personal responsibility I would like to step up to the plate and point my finger at others. I blame my family. Not all of them. Certainly not anyone who is reading this. You guys know I'm talking about everyone else.

Or it could be all of the time I've had to devote to my twin hobbies of eating chocolate and trying to not eat chocolate. There just aren't enough hours in the day.

Perhaps it is my perfectionism. I have to keep reminding myself of what a therapist said. She told me: "Good enough is better than perfect." Wise words from an otherwise awful therapist and when I say "awful" I mean "of absolutely no help at all." The only thing I accomplished in almost two years of going to appointments is spending almost two years going to appointments... and a lot of money.

A lack of exercise. That explains it. Or a lack of money.

I've blown out two-and-a-half hard drives. It always happens around the holidays.

Also, my meds might not be helping. I worry about kindling but a bout of mania might be worth it if only to do the dishes and the laundry.

Possibly it's all of my friends who have stuck with me through thick and now they're gone. Ungrateful, back-stabbing mountebanks! I'll always love them.

Well, there's enough blame to go 'round for everyone.

Bipolar. That's the real answer. That's always the real answer. It's been a tough two years, two decades or two lifetimes. Take your pick. I will, as always, plough ahead in place. And I will try to post more regularly.

I would like to point out that Circe did turn half of my guys into pigs. That's enough to make anyone sleep with her for a year. Holy Moly!