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Well I'm sitting here at work dicking around on
ohnotheydidntposting entries and commenting and generally being bored because well, just because and I thought, "Hey! Why not post in my journal for once?". I don't know who is reading, but this might become a way for me to pass time the way it once was in my college days...
It's been 8 months since my last post. It has been the longest and hardest 8 months I ever have or possibly ever will experience. Just a few weeks after my last post (August 20th), my father passed away. 52, lung cancer, fast and aggressive, heart breaking. As a result of this, I have quit smoking.
In November (the Tuesday after Thanksgiving), as I was beginning to return to a more normal feeling existence, I found my boss (and friend) dead in his apartment. 36, heart arrhythmia, sudden and seemingly painless (though there are theories and reasons as to why I say seemingly). Seeing someone you care about in the manner that I saw Rob is a trauma I most certainly will never fully recover from. In the months following Rob's death, I have attempted to keep his company, where I have been working since January of 2007, afloat. Some days are easier than others, but I generally try to get my shit done and get out the door with little to no extra effort. My creative brain started to shut down back in August and in the last 6 weeks, has shut off completely.
The complete shut off came with the death of my maternal grandmother in mid-January. 80, post-op infection, sepsis. She had been in pain for weeks. When the infection finally started to win, she was gone within hours.
Now that you're depressed (welcome to the club!) and informed as to my whereabouts the last 8 months, please forgive me for any important dates or events I may have missed...I probably would have enjoyed it. If you've emailed or called or myspace messaged or facebook poked or whatever other odd and/or electronic way there is reach a person, I'm sorry I didn't return your email, message, poke, smoke-signal...I'm getting better. I promise.
Other than that, my life has been uh, it's just been.
wpax00and I have our weekly wine nights and I can't stop rearranging my furniture and throwing things out. I don't go out much but am attempting to go out on dates and see movies as much as my energy levels will allow. I've lost my train of thought. As usual, really. I'm surprised it took me this long to lose focus. Tomorrow is another day...
ohnotheydidntposting entries and commenting and generally being bored because well, just because and I thought, "Hey! Why not post in my journal for once?". I don't know who is reading, but this might become a way for me to pass time the way it once was in my college days...
It's been 8 months since my last post. It has been the longest and hardest 8 months I ever have or possibly ever will experience. Just a few weeks after my last post (August 20th), my father passed away. 52, lung cancer, fast and aggressive, heart breaking. As a result of this, I have quit smoking.
In November (the Tuesday after Thanksgiving), as I was beginning to return to a more normal feeling existence, I found my boss (and friend) dead in his apartment. 36, heart arrhythmia, sudden and seemingly painless (though there are theories and reasons as to why I say seemingly). Seeing someone you care about in the manner that I saw Rob is a trauma I most certainly will never fully recover from. In the months following Rob's death, I have attempted to keep his company, where I have been working since January of 2007, afloat. Some days are easier than others, but I generally try to get my shit done and get out the door with little to no extra effort. My creative brain started to shut down back in August and in the last 6 weeks, has shut off completely.
The complete shut off came with the death of my maternal grandmother in mid-January. 80, post-op infection, sepsis. She had been in pain for weeks. When the infection finally started to win, she was gone within hours.
Now that you're depressed (welcome to the club!) and informed as to my whereabouts the last 8 months, please forgive me for any important dates or events I may have missed...I probably would have enjoyed it. If you've emailed or called or myspace messaged or facebook poked or whatever other odd and/or electronic way there is reach a person, I'm sorry I didn't return your email, message, poke, smoke-signal...I'm getting better. I promise.
Other than that, my life has been uh, it's just been.
wpax00and I have our weekly wine nights and I can't stop rearranging my furniture and throwing things out. I don't go out much but am attempting to go out on dates and see movies as much as my energy levels will allow. I've lost my train of thought. As usual, really. I'm surprised it took me this long to lose focus. Tomorrow is another day...