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I Guess It's Time I Get Some Help.

I've been kind of depressed lately. Not like gonna-kill-myself kind of depressed, I just haven't been enjoying life as much as I used to. Smiling and laughing doesn't seem to come as easily now, as it did say five years ago when I moved down here. I find myself spending a lot of time indoors and away from people. I drink too much. And I've been grappling with this privately for the greater part of a year now and have finally come to the conclusion that the problem isn't going to get any better on its own. They say admitting you need help is a very difficult thing to do, and I can attest to that. So, I need help. I've looked into some therapists down here in my local area but haven't found anyone I can imaging myself opening up to. As I've always had good experiences with healthcare back up north, I decided to broaden my search to include there as well. Besides, maybe being "home" for a little bit will help lift my spirits some, yes? Anyway, I made some calls and did some reasearch and I think I've finally found a doctor who can help me, so it looks like I'll be venturing up to New York City for a month or so, to be under the care of my new therapist. Wish me luck, okay? It was either that or follow Charlie Sheen's guide to mental wellness. Which would you pick?

Because it's all fun and games until a coworker pounds a staple into your head. On a related note, it's nice to see someone else with a little male pattern baldness for a change.

Touching back on the up north thing -- no dumbass, I'm not really going to therapy -- it got me thinking about one of the radio stations I used to listen to up there, WAAF. So I decided to look up their website and see if I reconized anyone who is still on the air. The Hillman is like a cockaroach, he'll be there until they turn the lights off. Mike Hsu I remember when he was Hillman's sidekick on the morning show. Mistress Carrie I remember but eh, didn't really like or dislike her. But I suppose two (three) of the biggest names I remember from WAAF are of course Opie And Anthony (before they were old and busted). I still remember when they put me on the air after I got flashed for Whip Em Out Wednesday. And they replaced a chick named Liz Wilde, whom I used to love to listen to. I remember one time on her show, she had a guy in the studio lifting heavy weights that were hanging from his nipple rings, and Liz was describing what was happening. And one of them broke. And no, I'm not talking about the chain. So, that led me to doing to searching for Liz and I was pleased to see she (and Op and Ack) were included among the most controversial shock jocks every to be on the air. I found Liz's facebook profile, but her main site lizwilde.com seems to be dead. Anybody know what's up?

Old and busted: Bill Paxton eating the asshole out of a dead rhinoceros in Apollo 13. The new hotness: a hyena eating the asshole out of a dead elephant in Africa.

On my list of things to do later this year? A Trip out to Las Vegas to visit my dad, who lives a few hours south of there just across the border in Arizona. On my list of things to do while I'm out there? Three things. First I want to make it to he Grand Canyon, as I didn't make it my last run out there. Secondly, I want to jump off of the Stratosphers tower. They didn't have that my last trip out, either. And finally, I want to make it to the Neon Boneyard where they have all the retired signs from defunct casinos and such. [photo gallery | video tour]. And for you moviephiles like me, yes that's the place Audrey Griswold danced in National Lampoon's Vegas Vacation, although the actress (Marisol Nichols) wouldn't show her sweater puppies until eleven years later in 2008's Felon with Stephen Dorff [photos | video].

There are a lot of things people don't know about Steve Jobs. For example, he was adopted. So somewhere out there is a mother who is realllly kicking herself in the ass. Also, he was dyslexic, but that didn't stopping him from being so fucking rich he could buy someone's liver, not that it really helped him that much. P.S. the Fonz only scored a 159/800 on the math portion of his SATs. Heh, dummy.

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