Lately, I believe it would be fair to say that I've been on the horns of a dilemma when it comes to this blog thing. One thing that I've really come to value about writing here is the therapeutic nature of getting my bottled up thoughts out of my head and in front of my eyes, and the eyes of others.
Tragedy is having your heart broken. Comedy is when, even living in s ghetto apartment with a cat who broke his hip, a daughter whose fear of microwaves has you eating differently now, a mentally disabled old man who lives next door and proclaims his love for you loudly every time you go in or out of your apartment, and you've now got all the drug street lingo down so well you can consider yourself bi-lingual, and yet your life is STILL better without him. :-)
