Many Thoughts
Okay, I'm on my fourth White Russian here, so give me a break. However, the few words of wisdom I have to impart follow:
Few words with unknown assailant to heart = clarity (in other words, communication is everything. If anyone anywhere out there means something to you, tell them. It will mean more to you and them than you have the capacity to understand)
Macaulay Caulkin in a wheelchair = hot (if you've seen "Saved" this is self-explanatory)
Innervoice = truth (no matter how much you doubt yourself, listen to your little voice. Face the east, light some candles [ especially lavendar] or whatever works for you. Just know that although your destiny may await, you make your own path between here and there ... and don't forget it).
Shrimp potstickers from Whole Foods after you haven't eaten in three weeks due to anxiety = yummy (self-explanatory)

To anyone who is reading this, I love you. And I'm back, for real.
S

Get the Funk Back
Apparently, I needed to get the funk back in my life. I feel a little better now, with the first chapter of a book done and and handful of poetry to boot. I just got back from a fabulous weekend with my Virginia family. After a mildly depressing episode Saturday night (if anyone ever sees a cell phone in my hand again while I'm drinking, please pry it from my fingers, I beg of you), I fell into the truly loving arms of Will, Chris, April, James, Amy and Paul, all of whom helped pick me up, dust me off and slap some sense into my head. After some very tasty self-medicating (thank you for the 35 year Grand Marnier, Chris!) we danced our asses off, which was fabulous therapy. I was surrounded by so much love, I feel spoiled and so blessed to have such amazing friends. Love really is a drug and I hope I can return it to you guys tenfold. Sunday I had a hangover lunch with my Radford pals BonBon, Jon, Jeanne, Kathie and Katharine (April and James by my side the whole time, thank God). I apologize for not being better company, people. Next time I promise to work a hangover day into my trip. After some rest time, valuable counseling time with my Michelle, and a fabulous dinner at Paul and Amy's, I returned home. It was a great trip and reminded me how much I am loved. Sure, I'm still a little sad, but I'll get over it. Thank you guys for being there for me. :) I love you truly. Coming soon: more political commentary, I promise!

Guess what ... I'm starting my book. :)

First and Last
Okay, this is probably the first and last time I'll put my poetry up here. But it's coming out of me and I have to put it somewhere. I'm going crazy, by the way.

Memories please come back to me
Forgotten for decades
Shrouded by my misery

A single thought of you is all I have
A little boy
With my heart in your hand

Years have passed
And suddenly you're back
But not within reach
I don't know you anymore
And I can't remember
Why

My neighbor, my friend
Your blue eyes:
your beginning, my soul's end

A bright white light
In my days of dark
You made things right

Years have passed
And suddenly you're back
But not within reach
I don't know you anymore
And I can't remember
Why

I'm grown now
Love all around me
How come I feel about to drown

Faded pictures from the past
Struggle in my mind
You're a mystery, fading fast

Years have passed
And suddenly you're back
But not within reach
I don't know you anymore
And I can't remember
Why

Here I Go Again ...
Do you want the good news or the bad news first? The bad news is that I’m anxiety-ridden, back to my OCD habits (I know what you’re thinking James …) and feel like I have to throw up all the time. The good news? It’s that I’m anxiety-ridden, back to my OCD habits and feel like I have to throw up all the time. These traits are actually part of my writing process, which leads me to believe I’ll start writing something worth selling any moment now.