Sometimes I feel like sharing. Sometimes, you might feel like sharing what I felt like sharing. When you do, now you know where to come for it.
Way back in 1994-5, I did battle with depression.
My circumstances certainly didn't help. I was back living with my parents, trying to start my life over. I had an OK job making crap money, but I'd often go the entire day without speaking to anybody. Worse, it didn't look like my prospects for breaking into my chosen field were coming to anything.
But, as I learned later, the depression didn't really have much to do with my situation. I wasn't depressed because
I finally did break down and bought a camera last weekend. Nothing fancy - a cheapy digital one that I can slip into my pocket wherever I'm going. I've started taking random photos of this and that, and futzing around with them on my computer. I've started posting the photos in my gallery. Sorry - no nudes of me. :)
I want a camera.
Actually, let me back up.
I've been feeling a bit draggy, a bit down as of late. Nothing serious, but still, it's annoying. I'm not my normal chipper self. And, as always, I have about a thousand theories as to why. One of them is this: I have a creative streak in me. Not necessarily a very talented one, but one who has a need to create. I've scratched this itch in several ways over the years. I've done writing, done some drawing, designed some
I slept in the recliner last night.
No, not because I fell asleep watching the evening news. My dad used to do that. :)
As mentioned elsewhere in JUB, I suffer from "silent acid reflux". Basically like standard acid reflux, but with fewer outward symptoms. It's kept in check by a daily prescription pill. But I ran out about two weeks ago, and since I haven't had much in the way of symptoms, I didn't renew right away. (Yes, the wise gargoyle can be very
Random thoughts at the close of my eight-day vacation to Disney World (me, Pubert, our married friends and their fifteen-year-old daughter):
Disney apparently has tightened the reins on the Christmas music a bit. Last time I was in Disney World in December (six years back), there was much straight-up Christmas music in evidence. I recall hearing "Silent Night" sung quite a bit, most notably (and most surrealy) during the luau at the Polynesian resort. Almost none of