Mmm, bliss. Better with chocolate.

Why no posts in the past five million years? Well, really, it's quite gross and simple... I've been depressed. Like, not Manic but Depressed.

The worst part about this whole depression thing is that it is just about as boring as a lecture on modern ramifications of twelfth century monastic beliefs about masturbation and its relation to, I don't know, farming. Actually that sounds vaguely nerdishly interesting and aside from that I just pulled it out of my ass so probably you don't want to hit up wikipedia for enlightenment... Doubt you'll find it... Huh. I've derailed.

Anyway, depression is boring. It makes blogging frustrating because even a half-baked, nonsensical simile like the one in the previous paragraph takes a herculean effort. I mean, hell, it's almost four in the afternoon and I'm still sitting in bed with my cats. I haven't eaten a bite or put on real clothing or done any of the errands I should I have been attending to. Haven't even read a book or played a video game. And no, I also haven't taken my Prozac yet but that's neither here nor there since the half life is twenty-six hours. The lack of ssri usually starts to really hit me after about halfway through day two.

We've moved to a new, cheaper place and except for getting a little too happy and comfortable with our sudden feeling of wealth (which proved quite limited after all) all is well. Payday is on the fourth so as long as we don't spend any more until then we should be fine. Blows to have the account overdrawn again, though, even when all this shit was supposed to make things hunky dory.



Hmm, well, for those who haven't caught on yet, this is the extended, unrated DVD version of My Blog. Novareproject always had the intention of being a pro-recovery, helpful to readers kinda blog, no matter how far it may have strayed, so I tried to keep my language and politics and dykeishness and atheism and all that jazz out of it so as not to offend. Buuut the project has fizzled a bit with every other existing stressor on my plate and aside from that I got way bored and annoyed with self-censorship. It's just not my style. Lo ciento.

If things like dildos and recreational drug use and unnecessary obscenities and nude modeling and, uh, what the hell else about my life is offensive... A lot... Lol... I guess the point would be, this blog is probably not for you.

Tchao, kidlets.