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I'm such a Libra.

I was blogging every single bless-ed day for months.

Then I crashed.

I just had to.  I'm a Libra- I had to just stop for a while.  I gotta have some balancing time.

I wouldn't say I necessarily wanted to.  It wasn't like one day, I said to myself, "Oh, god.  Do I really have to blog today?"

It was more like when you've had several days in a row of several beers a night, and you can't help but eventually notice that you're awfully bloated and sluggish.

Maybe my blog has served its purpose.

Maybe its...done.

Maybe not.

Maybe the dingo ate your baby.

Here are some highlights of the last several months that I shall gracefully impart unto thee heretofore:

#1  My credit effing sucks.

#2  I continue to see things happening with the Mormon church that affirm my choice to leave it behind.

#3  I love my apartment.

#4  I am dialect coaching for Secret Garden at Performance Riverside.

#5  I sold my van.

#6  I am car-less.

#7  Stuff I can't blog about.

#8  Stuff I shouldn't blog about.

#9  My daughter, Emma, still lives in Utah.

#10  My daughter, Hana, has been smoking.

#11  My son, Timothy, is seeing a therapist.  (I'm jealous)

#12 I'm thinking of becoming a prostitute.

Have a magical day!


  1. I feel your libra-ness...

    Maybe whatever is driving #7 and #8 should be written about... not necessarily the details, but why you feel you shouldn't. Dance with the demons using prose! Sometimes putting 'pen to paper' is cathartic in reconciling things that inhibit us.

    Then again, I have no idea...

    Searching for balance is a curse.


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