C'est Moi

For the curious, I am illustrating this post with a self-portrait I have titled, "I was trying to wipe dog snot off the lens and bumped the shutter button so I'm calling it art." The astute viewer may even notice the dog snot in question.

I feel sort of obligated to follow up my last post with a reassuring "I'm not dead yet" post. So... I'm not dead yet. I'm not feeling much better, but I'm not dead.

In the interest of trying to get my life to suck in at least a different way, I'm trying something new and terrifying that I'm not ready to talk about. If I say it here, it's harder for me to shrug off. It's nothing dangerous, I promise. And when I can bear to say it "out loud" I will.

I'm really honest in this blog. I'm a really honest person in general, to the point of detriment, so as a counter measure to that I am in reality a very close-mouthed person. In being open about issues that are important and serious and under-documented, I'm trying to tell the world to look twice. What you see is a frump, a housewife in gray, a stand-offish and over-sensitive bitch. I can't tell you those things aren't true. But I can tell you that it's not the complete truth.