The Jesus Lobotomy: Return to The Abyss

"Well, that does it gentleman. We are now officially a conglomerate of dirty old men." - T.O. Hob, on The Organization

I overslept this morning. First time in a long time I wasn't where I was supposed to be when I was supposed to be there. I wasn't too happy about that.

Yesterday was a very bad day.

The last few weeks haven't been that great. I've been sick, I've been well, I've been sick again. These last few days have been sick days.

This afternoon I felt a little better after work, and I had a rather brilliant idea. I would take this well time and clean my apartment. Not just a normal cleaning, a Palomba cleaning. The kind of cleaning where I mix my own industrial strenght cleaning solution so strong it strips the pain of the walls and makes the neighbors dizzy. The type of cleaning where you can eat off the floor as soon as the toxicity wears off. The kind of cleaning where...well, hell you get the point.

I didn't get very far before I fell ill again, but I got somewhere at least. And I'm still going.

So anyway that doesn't really mean anything...except somewhere during it all I got that old feeling. The one which is neither good nor bad. The one that really wouldn't even be a feeling if I didn't know it couldn't be anything else. That tingle.

And I had an idea.

What if all I needed was a good night's sleep?

What if all I needed was a cozy bed?

So I went out and bought some new bedsheets, and made my way back to my apartment.

My half cleaned apartment.

This has been the worst entry ever. But here's my point, that crappy little apartment is finally beginning to feel familiar. Finally beginning to feel different.

Tonight I will sleep in a bed for the first time in over 9 months. Tomorrow I will by a computer to replace this virus riddled piece of shit, work a little, write a little, and give my notice....I'm moving out. Moving on.