if i ever was myself i wasn't that night

Been a long time since I've posted...I guess I'm just not the blogger type when it comes right down to it, which kind of surprises me. You'd think I would be considering everything else that is true about me. But you'd be wrong.

Anyway I'm not closing down shop or anything but I'm not going to force myself to write anything if I ain't feeling the vibe. I do enough card punching as it is.

I am struggling to resist the chrismastime blues and all the bad news december always blows back into my head somehow still catches me by surprise every damn year when I start out the season still expecting cheer.

December 1996 was the worst month of my life (so far--and I ain't asking for more, let me make that perfectly clear). It's nice to know that. What was the worst month of your life? Do you know? Has it happened yet?

Along with my 2 musketeers and aids to modern living, one of the things keeping my chin up(ish) these days is Kicking Television, the new incredible live CD from Wilco, the best rock and roll band on the planet right now.
How about these lyrics from Handshake Drugs:

"It's okay for you to say what you want from me, I believe that's the only way for me to be exactly what you want me to be. Exactly what do you want me to be? Exactly what do you want me to be?"

Please tell me.