February 8st, 2007
The day that wouldn’t die.
Computer Tech, Lawyer, Mechanic, Cook, Economic Adviser, Employment Facilitator, Taxi driver, guy who reaches things down from high places. These are but a few of the many hats I wear. By far the most popular is that of therapist. While it’s not an easy gig, it’s about the only thing I’ve found that works to help me forget my own fucked up life. A hell of a lot cheaper than alcohol, anyway, if somewhat less enjoyable.
There’s just something about listening to other people, and helping them talk through problems that makes my own issues (of which there are MANY) melt away. Temporary? Yes. But being a modern american male, if the temporary is accompanied by easy, it’s all good.
So that’s pretty much it for now, oh dedicated (and very very bored) reader. Please step away from your iCrack (be it myspace or y!360) and move along. Hard as it may be to believe, there are more interesting things in the world than my rantings. strange stains in stray boxers, for example.