November 07, 2004

Dysfunctional Living

Probably one of the most prevalent and pervasive themes of my life in the last three years is my complete and utter inability to function in any normal capacity in the so called real world. Sitting in this pigsty of half unpacked boxes, dirty laundry, and garbage, surrounded by stacks of pizza boxes, random computer parts, whirring electronic equipment, and a stolen Unit 3 cart that continues to function as a makeshift table / ironing board / repository of garbage, I realize that something is very wrong with my life. I guess any of the unfortunate folks who have had the displeasure of seeing my place could have told you that, but I finally admit it. I need help - in a major way.