Another Dark Christmas

[phrogsong]

My head's just a mess of bad wiring, and it gets more and more tangled with the passing of everyday events. The holiday season is shaping up to be another melancholy chore for me to limp through, and sometimes I wish I could find a way to stop a new dismal year from coming. I have an appointment with a psychiatrist next Tuesday, which will be the first time I've ever sought professional help for all the things eating me. I'm hopeful that whatever I get put on will balance me out. People have warned me about the zombifying effects of such medication, but given my affinity for the undead, I'm sure I won't mind much. One more year in Gainesville. After our lease ends at the Boardwalk, the plan is to put all this behind me and leave again. I don't know though, I've got a few projects on my prospective plate that might work out to a degree. A guitarist and a drummer down in Orange Park are interested in starting a band, so I might do that. I've also got the screenplay to tweak and finish, and some potential comic strips and flyers to design...Then again, do I really want to design flyers for shitty bands in this terrible town?

Here's hoping for an unexpected Christmas miracle.