rehab is for quitters
it has been a very long time since i typed in an entry. too long to explain what is going on in my life. i feel empty and hollow. and yet somehow i feel that i have nothing externally either. i am more like ether everyday. NOW I AM MOVING TO SAN FRANCISCO. i've got problems with sticking to convictions. princess and i are doing much better. he is being more perceptive to my feelings and how much he can affect them. in fact we are much stronger together as a couple since our argument over colette. i never understood it before, but i think now i know why people fight just so they can make-up. we actually don't yell or become antagonizing; but it does become an open forum for "airing of grievances." now we talk on the phone for at least an hour a night. i have gotten to know him on a completely different level. (actually the best "new" side of him comes out when we are on that internet game "Diablo". he is a literary laugh riot; very quick witted and vastly informative. he uses a lot of foreign languages when he types... interesting to know... not so much when you talk to him in person.) so i am moving. and ever since i decided the weight of the world has been lifted. oh and that parasite or ulcer has left me so i have been able to drink again. it is against the will of nature to keep an irishman away from his liquor for too long. so the only stress i have left is cleaning out the skeletons in my closet before i leave to make new ones. oh, and packing.