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Ok, so I am back, sooner than expected, only to continue about the same damn thing I blogged about last time. I am finding myself in this funk...not just an ordinary funk that lifts after a short while, kind of like a dense fog, but instead it is a royal funk that I find myself in. It hasn't lifted a bit in nearly a week, and I am starting to worry that this ditch I have fallen into will be my resting place for a good chunk of time. How do I rid myself of this? I think that I had such an amazing time while temporarily fleeing reality and spending those six days in California with that beautiful family and that beautiful environment, that when I finally had to return to this doldrum most commonly referred to as my 'working life,' my mind refused to abandon the source of such neural pleasure. Everything I see and hear around me, I immediately compare to something I heard or saw out West, and while I still stand the ground that California is one of the greatest places on earth, I also think that I am not being fair to myself. Everyone knows I have separation issues, and I know good and well this will pass, but hey, what the fuck else am I supposed to blog about, huh?

Something great is bound to happen, it just has to. Good things happen to good people, right? Well, BRING IT ON! I guess I'll just complete this film that How and myself are still working on, do my best to educate myself, and find a meaningful job...that's a simple enough plan, right? Then I can say "SUCK MY ASS!" to all who deserve it, and start a phase of my life that the richest of the rich will be envious of (envious of the amount of happiness, not money)...if I may take a quote from a Shirley Manson lyric, "...when I grow up, I'll turn the tables." ("...ba ba ba ba...ba ba ba ba")

Hasta...

RealityBites

Well my dear readers, it has been quite some time since I've contributed a fresh blog, and what better time to do so than right now. You see, for the past 11 glorious days, I have been free of my shackles. That enormous weight that rests itself at the epicenter of my spine was lifted, ever so briefly, that is. Yes, you see, I have been on vacation. The bullshit of work has not been able to find me...until now. In the morning, I must return to my ridiculous job and work with even more ridiculous people...an eight hour reminder of just how much I hate that place and and eight hour session on trying to figure out just exactly how I got there and why the hell did I stay so long?

I guess it was worth it. I returned from northern California the other day. What an absolutely gorgeous, God-kissed part of this country. I can't stop thinking about it and find myself longing to return...with these longings growing so intense that from time to time I am afraid I may tear up a bit. Some truly amazing family, some truly amazing weather and scenery that would bring the most powerful and stoic of men to their knees at the sheer wonder and awe of their sight, are only a few things that keep me wanting to go back...but what I cannot decide is this: Do I want to go back for another visit? Or do I want to go back in an attempt to transplant my life? The thought of moving away, of starting fresh in a place where no one knows who I am.........now that is temptation...

Goodnight...