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It's been a few months.

The comedy thing seems to be going well (p.s. I'm doing comedy now.) and it's probably the best decision I've ever made. The anxiety is still there, but much more manageable. My job is even a little better because now I've got something to focus on that is not my job. Hooray!

For whatever reason, I'm claustrophobic now though. Not all the time. Just randomly. Also I've lost my taste for black olives.

As much as it breaks my heart, I'm probably going to have to sell my drums to be able to move to Madison. I'll have a bit more money to work with, and I won't have to worry about how much it's going to cost to ship drums to Madison. One day I will have drums again. They're fun.

I'm trying hard not to judge people, but I think it's ok to judge them if they're Juggalos.

Regarding the last blog post: I realize it's depressing, but it's also very honest. I'm leaving it up for now, mostly because no one probably is reading this, and also because maybe someone might accidentally stumble on this and discover that these things they are feeling, they are not alone. In fact, I kind of hope that happens.