shot glam rock but did not shoot the deputy

Obligatory part about new years, new resolutions and needing to accomplish certain things within a certain time-frame in order to feel like a productive person.  This blog is by way of addressing what can best be described as a psychological nutritional deficiency.  It is what it is.

I'm sure we can all relate.  All of us but the sociopaths, that is.

To my surprise, this profile automatically linked up with my Google+ profile.  Which means that if there's anything, dear reader, you wish to know about me you could probably just investigate the Google+-ness and have all your burning questions well answered.

Return to this post once you've a grip on who I is.  Got it?  All right.

Sunday List

• Waking up early enough to do this before rehearsal.
• Must work on kitchen mural of awesomeness.
• Must finish laundry and be dazzled by the strange and wonderful feeling of all the things being clean.
• Pre-rehearsal coffee.  Never-ever happens.  Except, today, it might....
• Rehearsal: immersing myself in sort-of fairytales and hoping that my PMS results in no bloodshed or alienation.
• Forrest yoga.
• Dull domestic pursuits which I suck at and so need practice.
• Wine and merriment and Skyrim, probably.  I have to kill a Draugr Warlord.  It's not going well so far.

It's getting difficult to talk, be hear and interact well with people.  Maybe because the script in my head is wearing out.  Maybe because I don't practice the script anymore.  Haven't really for years.  There was a time I could get the head-stuff, the script, the dissection of everyday minutiae out of my system via a significant other.  That's not possible anymore and hasn't been for some time.

I'll bet it's better to get it taken care of like this.  Friends get tired of hearing it.  People don't really want to deal with the messy mechanics of another person without a little distance.  Distance like miles.  Distance like words.  Distance like years or generations.

Happy Sunday.