My Recovery and Other Things You Don't Care About

The steps and stages in my recovery from surgery and the end of a six year relationship that resulting in my wonderful son

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I'm an insomniac. It leads to a number of different, interesting things.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Thursday Ups and Downs

Fuck glasses. And I’m not talking about the kind for seeing; I’m talking about the kind for drinking out of. There is a fine bottle of Sonoma Chardonnay sitting on my desk right now and quite frankly, if I don’t finish off the bottle tonight, I’m officially a pussy.

Today was a somewhat productive day. I got a little work done and managed to get to spend the evening watching a movie. I went to see The Weather Man which surprisingly fits my current mood and mental state VERY well. It’s a dark comedy, lots of dry humor, plus Nicholas Cage dressed as Abe Lincoln fucking a woman dressed as either a German barmaid or something like that, an actually camel toe (as in the animal part, but with many references to the slang term) and “implied pedophilia” for which it partly earned its R rating. I’m not sure of the particular message that was trying to be conveyed as there was a lot of shit going on in the movie, but there were a few good things to take home from it. I’d like to drop a few quotes in from the movie, but quite frankly can’t remember them verbatim at the moment. When I get some time I’ll add them I suppose.

In the mean time I also once again reaffirmed that I have a tendency to be the one who listens way to fucking often and have the tendency to be the shoulder that gets leaned on or perhaps more accurately, the foot that gets stepped on which generally has the tendency of making me feeling more the like the shit that gets stepped in. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing and it’s a role I often have put myself into. Just that, like David in Anger Management or David in The Weather Man I’d be a nice box to break out of.

The prompt for all of this? Another (thankfully shorter) conversation with the ex and the continued realization that sometimes in life, shit happens and the things you thought you wanted? Sometimes you just have to chuck ‘em. Cheers all and may the gods of grapes smile upon you.

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