So, as many times as I keep getting back up... life keeps on kicking me back down. I'll keep getting back up, but man... my teeth hurt.
So my internet connection stopped working and now I'm typingon a library computer with a stuck space bar. I've been forced back into the work force (a "real job") after six years of enjoyable self employment. Not that the job isn't a perfectly fine place to be but man are jobs ever inflexible about schedules and wanting to to be places when they want you to be there and all that. I just hope that I don't end up having to wear a watch (I'm still wearing my Ally band from Opus on my wrist. Reminds me to be an ally to my community.)
The mountain of bills is pretty hostile these days, all of my friends are locked under the same or similar mountains of problems. World's pretty much gone to hell in a handbasket. The guy next to me at the library is having to unload some venom on the people on the other end of his cell phone while he's paying his bills. Things are tough all over I guess. But oh well. I'm loved. And cared about. And they can't stop me from creating cool stuff to share with the world.
So on I go. Kick me again. I'm all about still getting up.
Peace through Love with Justice