That's what friends are for...

Over the last few weeks I have been up, down, and all around emotionally. Life has gotten more than a little hectic, and I’ve been struggling just to keep my head above water. A great many of my friends have been there for me, listening to me bitch and moan, helping out however they could. I am eternally grateful to them.

Last night Lynn did something for which I am equally grateful: She told me I was being a giant douchebag. A several-hour-long conversation ensued in which we both aired our concerns and grievances. And then we talked and laughed like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And it was good. So I’m making a concerted effort now to pull my head out of my ass and re-engage with “reality.”

I still have a fuckload of schoolwork hanging over my head, not to mention my ongoing job hunt, impending homelessness, and complicated relationship issues, but I am trying to maintain a healthy, as-objective-as-possible perspective and refrain from freaking out and (intentionally or otherwise) being an ass to my friends.

This is not to say that I won’t continue to rant and rave and bitch and moan; those are all integral parts of my daily life. I will just attempt to use more discretion in deciding when, where, and how I do my bitching. Much of it will probably be RIGHT HERE, folks, so fear not!