Made myself bacon and eggs. The bacon is thicker than I like, and I’m not as sure when it’s cooked all the way as opposed to burnt. Ah, coffee, you make me feel human again.
Antidepressant commercials annoy me with their constant assertion that you need their product to be “normal.” What is normal anyway? Many of my friends have at times suffered through some sort of depression, anxiety, or worse – myself included. It's the ones who are at peace that seem abnormal.
Where did all my blogger friends go? And how can I find new ones? I keep hitting "next blog" and all I see are baby blogs, (no offense but it's hard for a heterosexual male to randomly comment on a baby blog. It's just not done,) or blogs that haven't been touched in years. I've gone through dry spells as well, but I miss the blogsphere. Twitter is fun but just not the same. Everything has to be narrowed down to one precise sentence. A good exercise, to be honest, but not as fulfilling, and there's pressure to be funny or meaningful.
Tomorrow begins Story #8. When will it be done? As soon as it's good enough.