When ceilings cave in

 I'm listening to the sound of a wind machine. Actually, I think it's called a turbo fan.  Last Thursday part of our bathroom ceiling came caving in after a pipe burst from the unit above us.  Until it completely dries out we are stuck listening to the sounds of a loud fan and dehumidifier. 

      My mom wrote and asked me what my goals and dreams are for 2009. I was sort of stumped. I guess life has felt so overwhelming these past 6 months that I hadn't really taken a moment to think past the day to day.  I told her yoga looked like a good thing to start in the 09. Not only because my therapist said it would be good for me, but because I'm stiff as a board and need some flexibility in my life.  I'd also like to quit therapy.  I'd like to get up before 10am every day and do something productive.  I would like to make a pod about the fentanyl patch ( the cause of my sisters death) and try to get it on Current tv.  I would like to be a better listener. I would like The Bruises to record an ep. I would like to be more motivated about things, including the band.  I would just like to feel like me again.  Actually, I guess I'd like to get used to the "new" me.

    This sounds all depressing and sad, but I'm really not writing it with a Debbie Downer approach.  Things on a day to day are going really good.  Great actually.  New home, beautiful girlfriend who is amazing, I got to see my family over the holidays and that was beyond fun, friends who always keep in contact with me even though I may suck at it at times.  I'm staring at a vase of beautiful tulips my girlfriends got me. Awwww, so much love.

    I'm running late and need to shower.