Back into Black

On this my intermittent blog I stopped blogging on in 2012... I decided during a sleepless night I would start to write again. Fuck grammar, but not spelling, I'm going to diary about what I want and if you don't enjoy it, I direct you to the closest door to see your way home. If you do, expect lots of ellipses....and misplaced commas, sarcasm, occasional death wishes, my doggies, assorted chicanery, hooky pook, the saintly man who made off with my heart, a family feud or three, my long suffering friends who have been a reason for a season spending this lifetime, lists, Judaism, upswings and downturns, run on sentences, work rants, divorces, I like to lists...stories events of my humiliation, and triumphs spoilers with no alerts, and lastly my juggernaut bipolar life. I make no apologies.

I have made a few life choices, catlike leaps, style choices, and survived an uptick in my illness when it brought me to my lowest.

As a sufferer of bipolar brain disease, I know that I have the excuse to be completely self absorbed because that is how I measure my "brain sugar" and I sure do like it sweet.
I've established detente with myself.

That's what I'm here to talk about. Me, this genetic albatross I've been given and my prevails and entrails on the road, to late to swerve and miss.

Now back to my regularly scheduled obsessing.


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