Cause the times they are a'changing…

Two things you gotta do:
1) Get your ass out there and vote tomorrow. Regime change, yo!
2) Watch Eminem's new video, Mosh. To say it's powerful isn't going far enough. He stepped up, I'll say that.

Vicky and I are putting an offer in on a home today… that is really bizarre. Actually, I'm the one putting in the offer since I'm buying the place. But I gotta say, it is really weird. Feels like somebody else's life sometimes.

… well, sometimes. Other times, I can't help but be reminded that it's my own.

Like Saturday, for instance, when Sean and I were at lunch. I asked him what Megan was up to and he said, as if in passing, "Oh, she's at Rosa's for Rosa's daughter's one-year birthday party."
Ouch. So, it's been one year. I don't know why but I felt sick to hear it. I still feel sick to think about it.

On another note, I've tried working on this year's disks. I've even tried writing. But in the past month or so, things have just dried up inside. I can't seem to do any work. Here's the theory behind that: I don't need to. One thing a lot of writer's I've known have noticed is that you tend to create more in a storm, as if the turmoil draws it out. Now, I gotta tell you, life with Vicky's no picnic - we're always causing each other grief and a double homicide is only prevented by our love for one another - so you'd think that'd be turmoil enough… but… no. Because I'm happy I've found a home in her, a place in my life where I feel I belong… which throws a wrench in my work! Well, I'm going to try and complete this year's disks but that's probably it.

And I'll tell you something else. This will probably be the last year for the disks. I've been doing them for four years now - FOUR years! They should be called the fucking Shrub set! Anyway, they were never meant to go on for a lifetime and, after this year, I'm really going to have to reassess.

So… lots of changes… now get to the polls and let's really change things.