Monday, December 5, 2011

My Advice #1

Avoid the temptation to go to Bikram Hot Yoga with a hangover.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Insomnia? Is there a better reason to write?

Insomnia: The chronic inability to fall asleep or remain asleep for an adequate length of time.

Well I guess by definition, it's not what ails me at the moment. The key word being chronic. But I do, semi-regularly, lay in bed with repetitive thoughts churning in my cranium. As a result my recent sleep patterns have been less than normal. What am I thinking about you ask? Well, that would be "EVERYTHING"!

So this is where my blog will take a Quentin Tarantin0-esk turn. Before I can indulge you in my current state of sleep deprivation and it's roots, I must bring you up to speed on the last "several" months. I cannot; nor will I even make an effort to, do that all this morning. This will take several posts.

Where to begin? Where to begin? Where to begin? Oh yeah! I accepted an interim promotion for a job that had no fucking job description! What the fuck was I thinking? (If you are waiting for an answer, don't. It's a rhetorical question!) My motives were sincere. Naive? Yes. But they were and continue to be sincere.

In case you are just tuning in, I suggest you back up and read some of my previous mindless ramblings. I started this blog as a way to write about all the crazy shit in my head (Cheap Therapy). It became something else. A Frankenstein-ish mish-mash of weird observations and immature anecdotes. Along the way I formed some nice blogging associations. Then as suddenly as it started, it stopped. Maybe it's time that I return to my original motivation. Now I pay for therapy. But writing still is invaluable to maintain my sanity and direction.

Two years ago I was on the top of the world, or so I thought. The job, the homes, the cars, the wife, the dog, the cat, the vacations, and all of the bullshit that goes along with being a successful American Man. One day it's all there and the next day most of it is gone. I was lucky to safe the wife, the dog, and the cat. Although, even those were were almost lost as well. I am one of the 99 per-centers now just trying to survive. I am not Joe the Plumber, I am Jake the Fireman.

Look what the cat dragged in!

Wow! Times flies! It's been twenty-one and one half months since my last post. Now it was not entirely my fault. Lost passwords to both my blogger account and my live-mail account kind of made it hard to log on. We'll I'm back. Post will not be frequent, but nor will they be infrequent. I hope that you are all doing well in the blog-o-sphere. I'll post some of the 411 of the last several months. Life sure is strange!