adventures of a couch potato

six months later. a year older. past two breakdowns. an almost once over. i could have missed writing. i have a long list of excuses not to write. at the most not to blog. here i sit. teary eyed from the strain and a couple of pounds heavier. writing (and yes simultaneously editing and a bit of censoring). and yes, still the anal retentive. i have a list (like i always do) in my head of stuff that i want to do because i feel so unhappy, unfulfilled, unsatisfied. i am not unhappy, unfulfilled and unsatisfied.