My Bipolar Journal - Episode 178

My Bipolar Journal – Episode 178

February 17, 2008

OK, something strange is going on. I am stuffed up, my throat is on fire, I woke up early, but I woke up feeling better than I ever have. I woke up grinning. I don’t even know exactly why. I know many elements of why, but nothing more than my usual Nashville excitement. I didn’t even have really great dreams, in fact, some of them were borderline nightmarish. I dreamt that He called me… just to talk. I dreamt that my parents finally got mad about all the money I’ve taken from them. I dreamt about elevators nearly plummeting me and others to my death. I woke up smiling. I think I also kept dreaming about being with my friends at The Rutledge and getting to see nearly everyone… even people I hadn’t seen in years. I am not kidding, Andy Aquino, Henry Go, Johannes Greer and Ogy Joe (amongst Aljon Go and Jonda, who could not be there) are some of my heroes. If it weren’t for them I wouldn’t know ANY of the people who I got to see, hang out with, kiss, hug, and drink with last night. Well, except Caleb and Shane, who are a whole other story of heroes that I can’t even fathom going into without it turning into a short novel rather than journal entry.

I don’t know what it is about this place that always makes me so incredibly happy, but I know it has something to do with the bands and friends that I’ve met. Thanks to Ogy Joe for having a stupendous birthday bash, to Hollywood Cowboy’s Steve and Jeramy (and other new friends), Project Jones’ Jerry, fORMER and Project Jones’ Wes (and yes, you Jen; I would never forget you), The Rutledge’s very own Andy Aquino, Ligion’s Johannes Greer, fORMER’s Henry, Denny and Billy, Cincinnati’s Caleb and Shane (nope, I’m not taking you out of Cincinnati yet, boy!) for making this trip to Nashville one of the highlight’s of my life! I know a lot of you were having a rough time of it, but you’ve made it through and a new day and a new week are upon us and you all genuinely make me happy. Someday we will laugh about the towing and the overflowing toilets and standing in our own piss. Not today. Someday. OK. Maybe today.

I don’t know why I’m so happy exactly still, but I know it all had to do with all of you and it makes me happy that you’re all real and exist in my imaginary world.

LOVE YOU LOADS!

P.S. I have the best pictures. Thanks a bunch to the little animated singer guy in My Beautiful Disaster for being such a character. I’m really only MOSTLY scary.