Admittedly, I’m going through an utterly terrifying time in my life. I can’t really get into the details here, but let’s just say that the last 365 days of my life have resembled a steadily growing avalanche of shit.
Every once in awhile, I utterly freak out. I tense up. I said weird things. I drink too much. My face breaks out. I completely and utterly panic. The last two days have been an example of this. I’m an utter mess. I should be undergoing surgery to replace my liver in preparation for this weekend. Instead, I’m locking my jaw and darting my eyes around the room in a paranoid fashion.
Truthfully, when I’m not going crazy I’m a really nice guy. Which isn’t to say that I’m a jerk when the crazies strike. No, I just act weird and paranoid. I freak out. There really should be advance warning for anyone getting to know me. “Every few weeks, Michael will flip out and not handle something well. Bring vodka.”
So, currently, I’m trying to fight off the crazies and relax. I’ve done all that I can this week. Tomorrow, my bff comes to town and we are going to celebrate the fuck out of my birthday. I can go back to worrying Monday.
That’s all there is to it. I love you guys. Be safe. Be you. Have a fabulous weekend. Maybe I’ll see a few of you at the bar? Even if we've never met... you're invited... and loved.
Love & rockets, honeys…