I'm the landlord of my dreams and the tenant's rent is due
It's weird, going out to the bar and not drinking after months of staying away. It was nice to see my friends and smoke a joint with them. Someone asked me why I haven't been around for my friends. The truth is, when I haven't been working on my novel I have been around, lurking here and there. I'm giving "free legal, medical and spiritual advice" on msn/wim as nervousxian23@hotmail.com and YIM as nervousxian_23. My webpage is www.myspace.com/nervo_23 and my blog is www.blog.myspace.com/nervo_23. My favorite music forum is www.pissarmy.com and my www.gameknot.com user name is nervo.
It's not that I'm not around. I'd love to hang out and do things, but I'm not going to chase after human contact anymore. People tell me point blank that my reputation is that of a taker, or a mooch. I don't know what hoops to jump through to live that down. It makes me want to just stay at home and be alone and write, just like a hermit. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems anymore. I'm so terrified of being a drag in real life.
I am just now learning to live within my means, to be self-sufficient. I am trying to live a moral, austere life. I am disciplining myself to write every day. I can't drink because of my medication and that's a good thing. I also can't be too late for my medication or I'll get the brain shivers. To give you an idea what they're like these days, I drift into the crawl space between awake and asleep, suddenly jarred awake as though god pulled the tab on a can of soda located inside my skull. Other than that, there is no pressure in my life. I am free to become healthy, free to write and dream.
It's not that I'm not around. I'd love to hang out and do things, but I'm not going to chase after human contact anymore. People tell me point blank that my reputation is that of a taker, or a mooch. I don't know what hoops to jump through to live that down. It makes me want to just stay at home and be alone and write, just like a hermit. I don't want to burden anyone with my problems anymore. I'm so terrified of being a drag in real life.
I am just now learning to live within my means, to be self-sufficient. I am trying to live a moral, austere life. I am disciplining myself to write every day. I can't drink because of my medication and that's a good thing. I also can't be too late for my medication or I'll get the brain shivers. To give you an idea what they're like these days, I drift into the crawl space between awake and asleep, suddenly jarred awake as though god pulled the tab on a can of soda located inside my skull. Other than that, there is no pressure in my life. I am free to become healthy, free to write and dream.