breaking the waves

eh, well... all week i've had thoughts that i wanted to write out, but they all happened at work or in the car. Mostly these thoughts would take place in vague, perhaps metaphoric, headlines. Sadly, none of any interest come to mind. So recently i just use movie titles and song lyrics. But i guess that point that i started out making is that i could never get it out when i sat down here at my computer. And i've been blaming it on setting and bedtimes, but really i believe that it's mostly due to an odd and ironic combination of a great deal of selfishness and a terrible amount of self-loathing. Throw in a bit of depression and irregular food consumption, and you've got me cursing at the cats, the tv, and socital holiday weekend norms. Though i suppose the later is not a shock, but the point is i've been terrible for the most part. And there's deeper issues that i won't go into, because we don't want to be depressed, now do we?

Well, in a week i should have another update, and then perhaps work toward posting more often. I've not had any confirmation on this place i'm supposed to move into this saturday, but i don't know what other option i have. sherri (steve's fiance' who will be moving over here, when i move over there) says there shouldn't be a problem, and said i could start moving things over whenever. it just seems like it's nothing too professional so i'll just have to take her word for it. Most of my life will be on hold until this is taken care of, but once there i anticipate a greater comfortability in writing once again.

What's wrong with second best?