For the past week, I’ve felt overly exhausted. I get up, I go to work, I come home, and every week I see my son.
The job isn’t really difficult, so it’s not like I’m being worn out. And the more time I’m spending with the Lil’ Moo is helping me out in that I am able to actually spend more real time with him and that I’m able to take him home at a much more reasonable hour.
So why am I so tired?
I remember when I first opened up a website, a real website with it’s own web space and my own domain name. Not a hosted site, not a subdomain at a friend’s site, not a Geocities page.
My own f’n space.
I went to all the blogs I read, all the pages I liked, and I linked them. I didn’t want to do link exchanges, I just felt that I should link the pages of the things I like, good reading, good content, or something else that I liked.
So my friend Lyz called me the other night to tell me that her friend (also my distant friend) Sal had passed away from an intentional overdose of pills.
Yes. My old friend Sal, who was Mr. Happy-Go-Lucky, has had everything that seems to matter – TONS of friends, money, looks, a sweet ride, a house, stability – has taken life literally into his own hands and decided he wanted no part of it.
