imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brief Update Brief UpdateHello to my reading public. I think that might be a whole three or four people. Sorry I've been so damn lazy lately. I went on vacation for a while and just didn't really feel like updating while I was gone. Then I came back, and I still didn't really feel like updating. I still don't particularly feel any overwhelming need to pour words out into the ether, but I feel obligated. I feel obligated because I still get about three hits every two days or so. I feel obligated because people are reading outdated trash. I just feel obligated, so shut up. In recent news, I'm certifiably nuts...again. I've returned to the magical land of anti-depressants. *Applause* Thank you, thank you. I know, I needed it. I was completely off the wall. It wasn't endearing. Really. I was told that. It's quite true. But that conversation did point out a quaint, friendly kind of truth. Pat, who I feel like referring to as St. Patty again for the day, told me that he has found some perspective in the time he's spent without me constantly shadowing him. He said, and I'd like to quote this, but I can't quite remember it exactly, that the things about me that aren't endearing...aren't endearing. What he means is that while he could just look at my flaws as personality quirks before, he knows that they're flaws now. I'm happy. I'm happy because a) he realized they truly are flaws, and b) there was a time when he didn't. I don't think any of my other friends can claim that there was a time when they found my clingy neuroses anything better than mildly annoying. Pat just overlooked them. It's good/necessary that he stopped, but it's pretty awesome to know there was a time when he didn't care. So that's the weekly Pat update. That crap is going to have to stop. I can chronicle something other than the rises and falls of that friendship. It's getting old. I was just obsessing. It's not endearing. So, I'm going to try and cram a lot of information into this last paragraph and wrap up this ill-conceived notice that I've yet to die, by my own hand or otherwise. As I said, I'm back on the happy pills. I'm rereading the Harry Potter books. I have an irrational fear of returning to my lazy yearbook job. I'm still exquisitely broke. I survived my family quite well. My neck, shoulders and back are in constant and terrible pain, and I don't think the lines between personal and professional relationships in my life are so clearly defined that I can pay to have that fixed. I intend to model my life around the Greatest English Professor Ever (only with less smoking and military service). I might be joining Habitat for Humanity. Someone actually left me a comment! Most importantly, my life is constantly evolving. I'm a little too sedentary to keep up sometimes, but I can generally get there if I'm given enough time, and enough prodding. I need to thank the people who are patient with me more often than I do. I'll post something real sometime soon.
12:22 p.m. - July 15, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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