Space, The Final Frontier

I've been one depressed motherfucker. I guess it's been a bit obvious, huh? Well, not anymore. My kids needed things on Sunday and I wasn't going to let them be deprived. The last couple of weeks? WTF? Pills, beer? What was I thinking? I don't need that stuff, but I forgot, you see. I forgot that I have the incredible ability to manufacture my very own uh... let's just call it tranquility, shall we? And no, I don't feel one bit guilty or dysfunctional about it at all. I'm one of the lucky ones because of it. Never been in the psyche ward, can fool people when necessary, can keep my finances in sound condition, and don't even need anti-depressants. And let's get honest, huh? People study and practice and meditate to be able to do what I can do naturally. No, no one will call it what it really is under those circumstances, but anyone who's knowledgeable and gut-honest knows exactly what it is. And the way it manifests for me is not that different from cutting school for a week when you just can't deal anymore, and then showing up in time to magically ace the exam. I'll be back when I can, folks. I've got some stuff to catch up on. I'll probably blurk a bit, too. :-)





Warp speed, Mr. Sulu.