I didn’t die, although the thought was very appealing.
I have moved to a different host. If you are reading this you need to update your bookmark to: http://www.slightlysouthofsane.com

In the end we all die and nothing we’ve done has any significant impact on the universe.

Bye.

Happy Birthday Russ! Today you hit the big one three. Just imagine, in three more years you’ll be asking for the keys to the car and in five more years we can go to Babe’s for your birthday.

This sucks. This really %*#*ing sucks. It’s another one of those things I’ve known about for a while now but haven’t written about.

As I’ve mentioned in the recent past it was around a year ago that I went bonkers. Most people didn’t know what to think and responded to me with anger. I can’t say that I blame them. There was one person though that saw what was going on. She didn’t speak up at first and I’m not sure if it was because she wasn’t sure what to say or because she thought I would just snap out of it. Either way, one day Synthia told me “Tony, you really need to get help. There is something wrong and you need help.” She has always been willing to listen to me when I needed to talk and I’ve tried to do the same for her. Hell, there are things I’ve told her I couldn’t tell my wife!

So what sucks? She’s moving! It’s time for her to be closer to her daughter so she needs to move. Although we’ll stay in touch, as much as people do when friends have to move away, it won’t be the same. This hurts and it really sucks.

I hate my job. There, I said it.

My problem is I want a job where when I help somebody it feels like I’ve made a difference. If you don’t get your newspaper in the morning and I have somebody bring a copy out to you I haven’t really helped you. I’ve simply gotten you a copy of the newspaper.