You all know that life can get you down sometimes, and while I have had an amazing time with this blog through the first hundred posts, 40 followers and all of the comments and little things that make this a very satisfying endeavor.
I love everyone who is reading this because without you this would just be another journal entry on a dead tree that only got read on the rooftop in Brooklyn while visiting close friends.
...But hey now.........We can't be in love with the world every day,...
....and I fell like I have let some of my boys down.
Shout out to GCRL, Mark, PATP, Beardball, my non-contest contest winners (joke was on you, I haven't even sent the "prizes").
But that's what I'm talking about; the guilt. I am trying not to feel bad, but that is out of the question. That's just who I am.
Here's the trick: I am working it out. I can feel momentum building in a positive direction after 2weeks of completely faking it in every facet of my existence.
I'm done talkin about it.
I am getting psyched for a weekend full of family, Squirrels, Beer and free Robert Randolph concerts.
I just like to do my own head-check (similar to cup-check) out here because that is what it is for. Expression. Thank you again for continuing to endulge me.
On another note:
I effed up in Thorzul's break. I had the Brewers and Giants and I didn't pay in time. I was too caught up in ignoring the dull ache that was perception, and missed the cut-off for payments.
goes to show ya. I mean, watch him be right about a yount auto, and then my call is some marichal, mays, or molitor gem. Outstandingly doltish on my part. Still in on CCC's and I have a good feelin. (see, told you I was working it out)
Wanna know how lucky I am? Read the comments...