Thanks for all the messages and emails and comments about my last couple of posts. Yeah, shit's gone crazy. That's why I'm gonna fix it. Right? Right.
This past weekend was an interesting one, and I'd like to thank my lovely cousin Leah for visiting and putting up with my wonky moods. We managed to have some fun in the midst of all the emotional crap. We're good at that.
Did dinner at the Rhino... then drinks at the Wreck Room.
Neil - "You can't leave me!"
Me - "Bitch, I'll be back."
This is CrazyDrunkenDancingLeatherMan.
He... well... that name says it all.
He enjoyed posing. I quickly ran away.
Despite my depressed and unsure state, I had a pretty fun night.
And then... I forgot how to walk while going down THREE damn stairs, and I sprained my ankle.
Yeah, you read that right. Sprained ankle. The bad luck continues, friends.
Well... today is Wednesday. I'm moving away on Saturday. Craziness.
For anyone who is interested, I'm having a "Goodbye For Now" party on Friday night at The Rhino, my ol' West end watering hole.
Come on by if you're up to it. No really. Come.
Daisy's all ready for the move. She can't wait to run around in my parents' backyard, chase some squirrels, maybe kill a few.... and then go head-to-head with that elusive wild turkey.
Thinking about how good it will be for her makes me feel a bit better about the decision to leave.
Still haven't quite got used to the idea of it. Still have the anxiety attacks. But heeere we go!