So among they many things I’ve been doing with my free time this summer, I’ve been seeing a professional head shrinker. Maybe I’ve mentioned this before, and maybe I haven’t, but it’s been long overdue. Contrary to popular belief, my membrane is slightly insane, and that needs to be fixed.

So far, there’s been a lot of talking and not much else, but that’s helped me quite a bit. But for all the good that it’s done, I’m starting to think I need to take it a step further. Things that used to give me a great deal of pleasure and satisfaction — this blog, my podcast, photography, journal writing, drawing — all have fallen by the side. It’s just not normal. This isn’t me.

Now I know Tom Cruise would go ballistic at the suggestion of stepping onto some form of medication, but in my case, I don’t think trying it would be a bad thing. As it stands, I’m more or less self-medicating anyway. And while the prospect scares the hell out of me, these swings I’ve been taking lately into crushing bouts depression scare me even more. If I’m in for a penny, I’m in for a pound.

Maybe some Faith No More might help sum up where my head is at:

Back and forth, I sway with the wind
Resolution slips away again
Right through my fingers, back into my heart
Where its out of reach and its in the dark
Sometimes I think Im blind
Or I may be just paralyzed
Because the plot thickens every day
And the pieces of my puzzle keep crumblin away
But I know, theres a picture beneath

Board games, karaoke and roof top parties at the office sum up the last few days in my life. One made me dizzy to the point of almost passing out, one made me come up with ridiculous definitions, and one saw a couple dry-humping without a care to their surroundings. A bonus point for whoever can figure out which happened at which.

This whole week was kind of a head trip, in fact. At work, a slice of the Lime Wire team moved into their new digs on the 3rd floor in our building. I was eager to make the jump, seeing as how I was stuck more or less working in an isle with a wall of boxes to my back and a printer on top of my phone — albeit all nicely furnished. Now I’ve got more desk space than I know what to do with and a window that looks out onto Broadway. Nice trade up, I’d say.

Still trying to sort out last week, and there’s already a new one upon us. Damn this year is going by fast.

Far too long since I have written,
Though my life may busy be.
No excuses I do offer,
Just forgiveness, if you please?

Seriously, I used to know what to write about up here.