Can It Really Be?

Can it really be that I'm returning back to normal. Sign number one, I'm listening to music again. In case you haven't read any of my previous posts, listening to music instead of talk radio is a good thing. When I'm depressed I don't want to hear any music.

A bunch of my friends have myspace.com sites so I decided to actually build mine. I had one just in order to view other sites but I never put anything on my site. Slowly but surely I'm adding stuff. I'm not going to give the link here because I'm not anonymous on myspace. It's kinda a cool way to keep in touch with friends. Other than that, I don't see much point to it.

Speaking of online, I've actually been communicating with a couple of women on match.com. Like I said before, I am feeling lonely since the end of my relationship with the woman I love. So I thought I'd try the online dating thing. One lady I responded to seems really sweet. We've been exchanging emails. They are nice too. Not short one liners but not long books either. About three or four paragraphs with what's going on and revealing a little bit about ourselves. I'm not getting hopes up to high because I have my doubts about online dating. At worse, maybe I've made a new friend. That's something in my book.

I went home this last weekend to pick up somethings I left at my mothers after my class reunion. My sister shocked me cause she was supossed to be out of town visiting her inlaws with her husband and kids. Turns out she had to have emergency surgery on Tuesday.

One of my best friends, I'll call him William, was until last week my only drama free friend. Nope, two weeks ago he had to put that streak to an end. His boss was piling project on project on him with really short deadlines. William had enough and quit his job. Now he's bummed out and depressed. I tell him he'll be all right. No lie he'll be fine. He's a licensed engineer. He's worth his weight in gold. Someone will read his resume and hire him to start next week with this week paid. He'll be fine.

My friend went in for her biopsy last Thursday. She said she'd have the results within 36 hours. I'll call her Violet. Violet said she'd call me over the weekend with the results. It's Monday and I haven't heard from her. Whatever it is, I'm sure she needs time to deal with it and she'll call me when she's ready to tell me.

My latest fascination is with the death of Alexander Litvinenko. You can read about it at Alexander Litvinenko poisoning - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Okay, that's enough therapy for me today. I'll be back soon.

A special thanks to Junebug for being a fellow train wreck. Feel free to email me at popejpthree@gmail.com.

Ante Meridiem. Uncle Meridiem. All the Little Meridiems.
Pope Joannes Paulus III