Blogger Post in Your Eye (and one in your leg)

Dear (in no particular order) Mike, Eddie, and Double O-

Very tired Felix. I've been going to bed every night by 7 p.m. and sleeping until 5 or 6 a.m. It's a quarter after 8 p.m. and I feel like I'm up way past my bed time. Thanks for the reassurance, Eddie. I don't know how I'm going to solve my problems. Things are gnashing at me; at my neck. I feel like an Asian in the woods without bug repellent.

I don't care about much these days, and that feeling sucks...and thinking about it makes it worse and worse. It's like a spiral. This might sound weak, but I wish there was someone out there to make all my decisions for me sometimes. Then I could buck up and do what's been laid out for me and there would never be any regret because, hey, I was told to. But that wouldn't be good, Mungo would be driftwood.

I miss Hillary too. We've hit some bumpy road (to put it mildly) and even though she's called everyday for the last week, we've only spoken once. ON THE TELEPHONE! She wrote an e-mail too. I know she's struggling with the distance too, and I have been very good in the last eight months about being there for her, but sometimes I want to cut the line and let her go. BYE!

Self-righteous Buckaroo,
Mungo