Really really really ridiculously really reeling in the years...

... But I can't even begin to let that confront me none at all. Here are some notes on what the hell to do from here:

1. Get over your freaking self and lighten up and live. Get your mojo back again one more time play that song one more time;
2. Get the basement together for music gatherings and small parties;
3. Try to communicate with Bobby for real about collaborating somehow someway;
4. Start the arduous task of contacting everybody you possibly can to see who might get involved with dialogD efforts;
5. Get that there Resume updated and out there and talk to Ronnie about manufacturing and marketing his "Best Damn Organic Fertilizer in the Whole Dad Burned Organic World" on the Internet. Talk to Bobby about getting in on it and bringing his expertise to the table on developing the Web Site for it...
6. Don't let the sabbatical from gambling keep you depressed much longer. In nine months or so you will have your own money back and you can take a much better trip than any of the AC or shit hole gaming junkets have been. And, if you want, you can get back into gambling in a different way. Or take your chances again the old ways. Just relax and have fun;
7. And finally, get re-immersed in your work soon as you can start believing again and then take it to that place where you really want to get it and make something of all of that finally.