I’ve never done crack or heroin. My last ‘drunken stupor’ episode was … years ago. I’ve been to strip clubs. I’ve smoked pot, but so has Jack Layton, and he was the federal leader of the NDP. There’s no sex tape. Yet. I make no promises on that front. I just pray that, if I…

So much to process right now. EI problems are fixed, I think. I called yesterday after discovering on Sunday that there was still an outstanding issue on my file. I may been approved for the full 15 weeks of the medical extension (instead of the 9 originally quoted), that is, if the person I spoke…

Does working on your resume count as writing? Because it’s the only writing I’ve gotten done today. I’m not complaining. I’ve gotten some great feedback on the content and I’m hoping that I’ll have something that shines soon enough. I know I’m not ready to start looking for work this week, but I need to…

I caught myself. Earlier I was having a downward bit. Had thought “well I’m not going to bed anytime soon, I’m staying awake, yada yada yada”. Basically, not caring if I deviated from my schedule of actually sleeping at a consistent time. Punishing myself. I caught myself. And corrected it.

I’ve been putting off getting a refill of my Lorazepam, which is fucking ridiculous. Trying to control anxiety attacks without it have been difficult to say the least. It slammed me tonight, and kept me from going out and having a great evening. Anxiety is a bitch. Breathing brings me back to earth, but it…

Finally figured out why my EI medical extension wasn’t in my account last Tuesday. It’s been held up. I only found out because I went to log in today to report the next week (which I was told to do last Monday). headdesk I’m amazed, truly.

It’s amazing how, some days, you remember who you were. And even more, you become him. And that’s such a good thing. Yes, it’s cryptic. Deal with it, motherfuckers.

Here’s a snippet of the backstory I’m writing for the play. I’m not sure why I’m sharing. You don’t need to read. This is more for me.

Cabin in the Woods. Wish I could write like that. Maybe I can. Too tired to write a real update today. Spent part of the afternoon and most of the evening with my brothers and sister-in-law. Good way to spend the day.

I’m always looking for the meaning in things. Which can drive me mad because, honestly, some things have zero meaning. Lady Gaga doing a Thanksgiving special, with the Muppets. If I was still on the sixth floor in H Wing, I’d think I was barking mad, trying to parse this. I don’t know what I’m…