I am wiped out on all fronts and feel insanely naked. It's like I wanna scream, fight, cry and sleep all at once. I am feeling that "pressure" again and have no idea what to do. There is a tinge of that old lack of self worth feeling that I just shook off this year and might be comparable to the withdrawals addicts feel. But then again, we are all addicts in a certain way; my addiction is/was people needing me. Now that I have cut myself off from that, my life yearns to help someone. But alas…no one needs help and I am at a lost.

This is the part of the story where that Robert Frost poem comes into play. I'm sticking to the rough and rugged path in hopes that end will worth it and I honesty feel it will. But that smooth easy road sure looks good as hell about now. I'm headed to the house soon. I plan on turning my phone off, popping in some smooth jazz and chill in the Jacuzzi with a jug of Carlo Rossi and a fresh pack of Newport. From there I can collect my thoughts and plot my next move. I don't do that often enough and enjoy it. Usually it's a last minute option when there is nothing else to do. Maybe that's the problem, I need to spend time with me and see how I can help myself….DAMN I LOVE BLOGGING. See you guys later…gotta run to da Likah Stow!!

DJ