It's a slow procecss...

[nolongerafraid]

Woke up with a stiff neck.

My Dad is trying to hint in a not so subtle manor that I should get back into photography.

If I had a vagina it would hurt right now.

I'm in need of coffee.

My ears are all fuckered and getting worse by the day.

I've been working furiously on sketches and drawings for the comic book Adrian wants to start.

I look over at my cameras from where I sit on my bed watching TV and think...*Maybe?*

I think I'll stay home tonite.

I've been contemplating more and more seriously about giving up cigarettes and alcohol.

I need to be medicated.

I would marry diet Pepsi if only it were legal in Illinois.

I wish I could take my Dad on a trip to Alaska, I've recently found out he has a longing to visit there.

I want to sell the truck to buy a 6 foot tall Gumby that I would have tea parties with.

For the first time in my life I am thinking winter is lasting too long.

I ran out of cheese and now nothing seems appetizing.

I woke up remembering that a Rubix Cube used to be a really fucking cool toy.

I wish someone would have the balls to paly Monopoly with me.

I now truly understand the quote *You can never go home again.*

Text messages claiming *I hate you* that come out of nowhere in the night make me sad.

I think I forgot a friends birthday.

Old age isn't catching up with me, I'm just catching up with life.

I'm out.

Rob.