I have sat down several times over the last week or so to attempt an entry, but things just wouldn't quite come together. So much going on, so much stuff rattling around in my brain...

I'm over-whelmed, stressed-out, under-fed, caffeine-saturated, insomnia-plagued, (How many more hyphenated phrases can she come up with?) burnt-out, and generally pretty much of a basket-case at this point. We'll leave it there, just for the record.

"My Violent Heart" is playing and "Zero Sum" is queued. Those two tracks have sort of become the backdrop against which my thoughts ricochet.

I cut my hair a couple of days ago. It looks nice. People couldn't believe that I cut it myself. It is pretty short, falling to two or three inches above my shoulders. What doesn't show is that the sides and back have been completely shaved out. That has taken everyone pretty much by surprise. I'm not quite sure why. I've told many of them over the years that I'm punk. I guess they just never took me seriously. Lisa Fisher was the only one to ask, "So who is he?" LMAO! She just wasn't buying my reply that this was my version of a mid-life crisis.

"You wouldn't know what crazy was if Charles Manson was eating Froot Loops on your front porch."

Had to add some Tendencies to the play list.

I was looking at sailboats for sale when I ended up babysitting the grands after I left work on Saturday night. I'd have much preferred slipping off into the night with Mr. "So Who Is He?" or even bringing him here to do a meet and greet with the K9 and the Gang of Five but decided to do the good mom thing instead and give the kids a Saturday night out. The sailboat because the wanderlust and the lure of the wide open have been whispering my name again. For some reason, Santa Monica has been sounding better than going home to Tucson.

I do think I'm going to go home for the winter, though. I don't want to spend months in the miserable cold and oppressive grey that are winters in Ohio one more year. The Mansion is gone. I suppose I could rent an apartment at Saratoga or Park Avenue. So long as I can see my Catalinas.

I've lost another 2 1/2 pounds this week. That's over 10 pounds in 3 weeks. There is something positive to be said for extreme mental duress after all.

It's late. I'm tired. I haven't had much sleep the last couple of nights. More later...