I’m a crazy kind of guy sometimes. It happens, right? Well, the last couple of days have been a tornado of emotions, and I think I’m kind of settling down. And I like where I am. I’ve always been good in a crisis. The part of my brain that obsesses over how things could be wrong is
First of all, more detail on George, so the rest of this will make sense. I got permission to share this stuff, because George and I agree that it’s good for people to know that I’m not the only crazy bitch in this place. When George came over Monday, he was in bad shape. He
Sunday night, I went to bed freezing cold. Ten minutes later, I was covered in sweat, and crying. Migraine City, population: me. That’s not what this post is about though, I’m just explaining why I didn’t write anything yesterday. Oh yeah, when I woke up, my best friend George was calling. I answered the phone
Depression is hard on everyone, not just the person that is depressed. Thing is, everyone has to deal with an apathetic, emotionally absent version of me right now. Most of this is due to Christmas, but a big part of it is just plain old depression. Nothing seems interesting. I feel kinda stuck, because I
I know most of you will find this hard to believe, but I almost never drive. If you had to drive a certain number of hours per year to maintain a licence, then I wouldn’t have one. I don’t own my own car, and Jenny drives everywhere. There are multiple reasons for this. 1) I
So, there’s this thing that I am constantly laughing at myself about. I find interesting shit on the internet that later becomes popular all the time. Music, videos, stories, and blogs. I often strike gold, and it becomes super popular right after that. I’m going to share a couple of screenshots that may make you
After yesterday’s post ran, I got some very valid, albeit emotional, responses. These responses indicate a terrible truth about mental illness. Sometimes, there is no help to be had. I am lucky. My meds work, I’m mostly okay, and I can mostly control myself. This isn’t the case for everyone. Some people just don’t respond to medication,
Gotcha! I’m talking about my big black dog. If you are reading this post because you thought I’d be talking about my penis, you are awesome. You may also be a pervert. #justsayin My twin brother Oak sent me a link to this video, and it made me cry. Thanks a lot, jerk. No, really,
The last couple of weeks have been a little rough around here. I feel like I can’t move. I feel like I’m going to be sick all the time, and I’m not eating enough. I’m having a hell of a time making myself exercise and I’m sleeping in really late every day. I could blame the
I’ve remembered something about myself over the last year: I’m an awesome cook. When I was a little kid, both of my grandmothers wanted me to know how to cook. I don’t know why. Probably because they both liked cooking. But I know them both well enough to know that they didn’t get together and
