death of the party

if you're ever feeling down and feel like you don't know who to talk to, alcohol is the friend that never has to go home at the end of the night.

i'll refrain from going into the details of my hiatus here. just consider it a gap in the narrative that may or may not be filled in at a later date. apologies to the people who actually bothered to check this space for updates in the past two months. i have been preoccupied.

looks like burns has also come back from his hibernation. it's a shame his "comment" function has been classified as a "chat" site by my company. that's 10 hours in a day that i can't read or leave comments on his posts. this significantly impacts my workday, in a negative manner.

now if we can only get christofa to start posting again, the world can begin again.

this terrible, terrible world...

chicken soup and scotch

king malice, the wicked, rules his world...

((a long, dark ride))

not ready to go into details about my long absence here.

tonight, fell asleep sometime before 10pm and woke up a few minutes ago, after a stream of dreaming...

already, the details of the dreams are fading... many heated arguments with my mother and father... sitting in a house (not a trailer house) that gets ripped up from the ground (not a tornado), hurtles through the air, and is tossed back into the earth somewhere completely different... hanging out with my sister (and others?) as the vivid sensation of rising and falling suddenly fills the room... looking out the window and seeing the world, from far away, come rushing back toward us... we are falling and we are being planted somewhere that is far, far away from where we expected to be...

don't know where i am...

it's still new york... just not the new york that i knew...