R.I.P.

Doby No. 5

Long live dobynumber6!!

There, I've posted an entry for ghosts from the past :-)

Today I weight three pounds more than I did yesterday. Normally that would mean I’ve been on a mad eating spree and my waist is expanding with glee…but alas, that is not the case. I’ve actually been running around too much today to eat. Make my car payment (which I hate making for my currently Nemo-fin-esque car…it involves me, my car and my ( Read more... )

As Chey would say:
-Who are you Tony Parker? You slipped into my life like vermouth into a glass of gin.
Okay, so that's from Die, Mommie, Die! but the quote is accurate ( Read more... )

It’s gone. Not entirely gone, I left a little behind. I just got really mad at it; it just wouldn’t do what I wanted it to do, so out the door it had to go. What can I say? I can have a temper ( Read more... )

An informal survey of 1 out of what-seems-to-be-an-ocho-bazillion of the homeless in the Short North think that I’m terribly rude ( Read more... )

It has all the makings of a bad joke. Only it wasn't a bad joke; it's how I spent my day ( Read more... )

I recognize all the symptoms: lack of interest in updating, lack of interest in reading other people’s journals. Even my last several entries haven’t even been my own words but rather selected works of others that express what I want to say far more eloquently than anything that I could write. Classic symptoms of LiveJournal death, indeed. I know ( Read more... )

Cocktails and black market Wellbutrin make any drive across Indiana tolerable.

Since antiquity - in the tortured lament of Job, in the choruses of Sophocles and Aeschylus - chronicles of the human spirit have been wrestling with a vocabulary that might give proper expression to the desolution of melancholia. Through the course of literature and art the theme of depression has run like a durable thread of woe. From Hamlet's ( Read more... )