Unfull.

One would think my absence from blogging means I'm living the high life and that I'm too busy to write about all of my wacky exploits. Well, one would be wrong. In fact, just the opposite. I'm going through a slight period of dreariness best muddled through on my own. The return from Tybee has yielded a barrage of shit I just don't want to process right now.

Things I don't want to think about include:

1. Money.
2. My inability to meet new people.
3. My failure in relationships.
4. The impending departure of a good friend.
5. My selfishness surround this particular friend's departure.
6. My lack of happiness in what I do for a living.
7. My fear that no one cares about me.
8. My eroding connections with loved ones and friends back in Philly.
9. The eventual end of American Idol.
10. The sameness of every day.

So there. I'm just not in a talking or writing mood. I went to bed last night at 9:30 PM with a migraine caused by grinding teeth and zero coping skills. Tonight I feel again like all I want to do is curl up in bed and never leave. Until I am ready to face the reality that is my life, I'm going to put this blog on pause.

Knowing me it will last all of 2 days since I'm somewhat of an attention whore...