I typed out a post.
I was unsatisfied with it.
I rambled and didn't say a fucking thing.
What I want to say is that I have the desire to start typing again.
This space is kind of therapy to me and I'm more drawn to it when I'm not in a great mental space and, quite frankly, I haven't been in a good mental space for quite some time.
That's not to say that there isn't a lot of good going on in my life - there absolutely is.
However, I've been holding the weight of the world on my shoulders for a while now with nobody lean on. No shoulder to cry on. Just keeping it all bottled up inside and I know that isn't good for me.
I see the results, I feel the effects.
I need to talk.
I need to vent.
I need to get some things off of my chest.
I also have the desire to be a bit more creative and in the back of my head I have a story to tell. It's going to be disjointed and probably not make much sense at times, and it's going to revovle around a Fantasy Football league because I just want to be stupid for shits and giggles.
I don't know where I'm going but I damn sure know where I've been.
As I scream into the void I hope that someone is still listening.
I look back at this space of the internet very fondly and there has to be a reason I pay my yearly fee to keep the site alive right?
So, let me put it to use - Let me get back into the groove of story telling on this super old fashioned medium that has basically gone out of style and been replaced but yet still exists for the hardcore and the old fashioned and those not willing to let go of the past.
It's approaching 2 am, I couldn't sleep. I have work tomorrow so I'm going to hit post and attempt to get a few hours in.
I'm off on Sunday so when I sit down to do this again late Saturday night I'm going to do it with a couple of beers....
a couple of Hard Mountain Dew's in me.
The Local Fish Swims Again (but, you know, not at a poker table.... what is poker anyway?)