first breath after coma

[justme3_2]

My iPod has refused to flip so I've been forced to write this entry using only one thumb because it feels awkward with my headphones on my chest and I don't want to use my speaker. Anyways, I don't think I've written an actual proper entry in a while and I e been stricken with the inexplicable need to talk to someone, so I thought who better than the Internet and, well, myself. I guess thus entry will be somewhat different than what one may have come to expect as the norm for me should one feel so inclined to pay that much attention to a blog written by yours truly. No, I'm feeling talkative today. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the music that I'm listening to is entirely insturmental and as a result I can't just go for the usual cop out of using someone else's words to describe how I am, or maybe it's just my over inflated ego that allows me to think that I am capable of generating enough interest for anybody to keep reading past the first line. Whatever the case by some sort of miracle I've been able to hold your attention for this long, so I guess there's nothing for me to do but keep talking and hope that you stick around long enough for me to reach some kind of point in all of this, if that ever actually happens. I don't have anything planned do your guess us as good as mine as to what this actually ends up being about.

So I guess I should start by doing something I wouldn't normally do and explain why I chose that title apart from it being an awesome song. I guess for a while now I've kinda been in a bit of a funk, and when I say a while I refer to last year as well. What I've noticed lately is that, without me even really noticing it, everything has changed on me and I find myself, for once not struggling to catch up. ...

And like that I don't know what to say.