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Telling stories I am feeling much more like myself now that I have removed my head from my ass. You know what I found out? Its pretty dark in there and it doesn't smell that good either. Okay, I think that is quite enough of that topic and we should move forward with today's installment. Naturally today was a complete contrast to yesterday. First of all I didn't even leave the house all morning. I felt like reading for the day instead of spending money. There I was sprawled out on my livingroom floor soaking up the rays of the sun with stacks of reading material surrounding me. I read the final issue of The Sandman this morning. Neil did an incredible job in the span of seventy-five issues. Its been nearly three years since he walked away from that project, but it still gets to me. He created something that I can read over and over. The story still has power. He crafted a world that mirrored the one that we live in and expanded upon it at the same time. We all make our own worlds, but I certainly dug his in a big way. There were times that the artwork left something to be desired, but the words were always strong. I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do for my birthday this year. Last year I journeyed to the fair city of Minneapolis to hang out with one of my old college roommates and his wife. I don't think that I'll impose on them this year. We haven't really spoken in a while and I'm not sure if I want to repeat myself. It was nice hanging out in a bar listening to Irish folk music, but I think that I want to do something different this year. Part of me feels like drinking again and my upcoming birthday would give me enough of a reason. I could even enlist the aid of my high school friend Dan who I haven't seen in two years. He's recently returned to Wisconsin and we have been trying to get together for the past few weeks. Two years of drinking could easily be compressed into one night of revelry. I am sure that he would be up for the effort. We could even combine the event as a celebration of his wedding which will be on the nineteenth. Maybe its time to drink and be merry. Time for a small rant. My downstairs neighbors have a small dog, which is fine. However, whenever they take the dog outside it whines and whimpers. I swear that they are beating the dog every time they try to take it outside. Don't they know how to handle a dog? Its not that hard to take a dog for a walk. Um, I'm not sure why people come here and read what I write, but I do thank you for coming by. My life has become much more positive than when I first started this journal, which is why I had to change the title from Going Through the Motions. At first I was happy enough with the cliche, but now I know that Motion is more fitting. I keep moving forward with my life instead of just letting it happen to me. There are still moments when my life does seem detached from everything else, but I don't let it bother me. Okay, enough of me breaking the fourth wall for the day.
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