The Ups and Downs of Deja Vu...

Well, so much for that retreat high, eh? It's a wonderful feeling, but there comes a time where, with that ton of bricks that it's so famous for, life smacks you around a bit with a great deal of things you weren't entirely ready for. You weren't ready for them at all.

You see, life has invented this great things that both tortures us and gives us so much happiness. It's called remembering. That's all it took today after rehearsal. Just a thought. One little knock on a door in my mind that i should never have closed and i was gone. Just as easily as it had come, it left and, as you oh-so-correvtly just anticipated, that wasn't the only thing life decided to throw at me.

It turns out that my mother is thoroughly convinced hat may sole purpose in life is to make her miserable and that the most effective may to teach me lessons, whether it be in driving or in life, is to mock/insult me at every turn and, then, when I say ANYTHING, and I mean anything, she immediately dismisses it as teenage attitude and becomes convince, once again, that I am her personal antichrist. Wonderful. Sorry, i'm being angsty again. I've no right to waste your time on something dreadfully mopey and depressing. Beg pardon, for that.

On a more positive note, I am fully recovered from my ill advised day of binge Cherry Coke dinking and no sleep. Man, that was a good time.

Catch you all on the flipside, wherever that is,

~Vinnie