Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Vegas, coming soon.

Well, I'm starting to make real plans for returning to Vegas. I had a talk with my boss, and he's also looking for a new job. We're both tired and worn out - period. And if he's leaving, then I don't want to work for anyone else.

As I was watching "Intervention" on TV tonight, I realized one thing - Interventions are blackmail. "If you don't do this, then I'm taking this away from you." You know what - I don't care. My family overlooks what I do, and my work isn't bothered by it. No intervention in my life is going to save me - I refuse to rehab.

So let me go my way, that's all I ask. I don't think that's too much for someone to deal with. My job has worn me down, my depression isn't all that bad, and I hink make it yet again in Vegas. Well, thr beer & pills are kicking in....it's time for bed - and the only peace I get all day.