Icarus's blog: "Hurts to watch."

Y'know what I'm not going to do here?

Post fucking song lyrics.

Uh anyway.

I need a few days off.
For several reasons, but Also, I'll get this out of the way

Two years ago

I went to jail.

*gasp!*

Yeah, if you were keeping up you already knew about that.
What I'd like to say I've accomplished in that time is ...
...

how I'd like to celebrate my life is:

...

Alright, I got nothing.
*looks back to one year ago*
Okay, I have my degree, I'm casually dating someone, I have a full time job, I'm not experiencing constant searing stomach pain, I have disposeable income.
My house is cleared of all rodents and sloppy moldy messes
I have time to appreciate (not enjoy- appreciate, as in I work now so it makes my free time exponentially better)
my free time and hobbies.

I'm not up to my neck any more.
More like my ankles.

I've laughed.
I've loved.
I've sang and cried.

I'm not where I want to be.
Still need another Zero on my paychecks.
Still need a romance that won't explode in my face.
Still need to live somewhere I don't hate.

But hey, I took care of a lot of what I could.
I'll keep working on the rest.

I can't help but mention that I think my work has slipped a degree or two.
Probably because I'm less miserable, and more out of energy.
Not that it matters, I don't really have a reader-base to disappoint.

I'm gonna take a piss.
I'm gonna go to bed.

Yeah, this is as much commemoration and wilding out you're gonna get, didn't even crack the cognac or load my pipe.

3/5 was when I got out of jail anyway.

I'll celebrate when I fall in love,
get published again,
get a raise,
or perform the perfect swing.

Good night.