Fly, you Fools

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I'm feeling rather good these days. Honestly I cannot believe how well I'm taking this winter. Usually by this point I'm a useless heap, completely buried in blankets. Of course, February is just around the corner, which is the true test of winter sanity.

Then again, this winter has differed quite dramatically from the last one. No bone-crushing break-up depression, that looking back on, whoa, I was in a bad place.

Although my capacity for wine has grown slightly larger than usual. My tolerance is kind of in the scary levels. That and the "party store" (that's what we call them in the Michigan), has these fantastic deals on these monster bottles of wine. Quantity, not quality. And I'm not exactly the best at cutting myself off. A little more won't hurt...

But it is how I get through the winter gray and darkness. Not a drinking problem, more of a drinking solution. I'm an optimist at heart. I'm also rather fond of leaving all the lights on in the house. I know it may not be all that "green" of me to waste energy, but I'm not wasting it. I need all the light I can get.

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I have the troupe as well. We have three shows (+) the next three weekends running. Two weekends will be spent in Detroit, performing four shows at the Detroit D!rty Show, a huge event all about dirty things related to sex. Fetishes, pornography, a guy who poops paint onto a canvas (P@blo P00p-caso!), all sorts of stuff. And then me, doing my routine. A little nervous about it. yes, yes I am.

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And my heart has gone and done something stupid, like developing a little crush on someone. Its been a while since anyone has shown any sort of promise. So I'm trying to enjoy it as being merely a crush, something fun to day dream about, but sometimes I do take these things a little too seriously. And it seems I never learn my lessons, because, yes, another coworker. Brilliant! I'm a damn fool. Fool!

Anyway, it has future ex-girlfriend written all over it. And silly me, I'm kind of up for it. I think I just might be ready to go big, to get hurt all over again. Yes please, come into my life. Take what you like. Destroy me, please!

Enough about that.

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I did manage to pick up the guitar and learn some new songs. I haven't touched that one for a while.

Anyway, my Sunday morning is almost over, and I must be heading to work soon. Sigh.