Something is not right with me.

I sold myself short. I've been running around like a drunken flamingo trying to wrangle it all. A 9 to 5, a commute, a social life, keeping up with these insane hours, getting no sleep at night, hoping from place to place. I'm about to move again tomorrow. And then I'm moving again in 2 months. Sometimes, I wonder if living in Philadelphia is worth it. I'm crippled with an unspeakable depression at the moment.

My week long vacation is slowly screeching to a halt. While I got the chance to head up to New York City for a day and

my brother came to visit from Oregon or Georgia who the hell knows where he is flying from anymore. I'm a little

reluctant to hop back into work so soon. Sigh. In effort to cheer myself up and maybe some one else I was about

to post a funny dialogue I wrote at Barnes & Nobles about an ago hour concerning my social neurosis toward

positive thinkers but I'm almost certain it would only be funny to me.


Instead take at a look at this.