… CONTINUE ON WITH THE “BAD” …

The “bad.” Yeah, there’s always a “bad,” no matter what. As most of my friends would tell you, I’m the eternal pessimist. It’s not that I expect everything to go wrong constantly, but I do try to temper my excitement for everything with at least the recognition that everything is about to go to shit. For example, here I am working this job, having a great time and feeling good about the work I’m doing. I’ve been in a better mood; most people who know me would say that I have a much more pleasant demeanor; I’m still bitter and cynical, but I have a feeling I’m far less misanthropic, and that’s how I’d like to stay. But stay that way may not be in the cards, and all I can think about is that in four weeks, I return to the old gig that drains me so it affects everything else I do. Meanwhile, I’m still terrified of fucking-up what I’m doing now, so much so that this weekend I had two nightmares about doing just that. Completely screwing up all my responsibilities. letting down a bunch of new friends and colleagues, and basically never being able to work in this town again. Oh, but that’s not the “bad” because ultimately I know it will turn out OK. I’m good enough and smart enough, blah blah blah. The “bad” is that, as the two or three of you reading this can tell (I’m so excited to have tripled my readership), my blogging has been greatly curtailed. I just haven’t had time. I still have a lot I’ve been meaning to write about, and now I think it may be too late for some of it.