Kiss me and smile for me

I think I’ve said before that this whole Dan experience has shown me that there is shit wrong with me that I just cannot fix on my own. So I’ve moved in to a sober living ‘therapeutic community’ and a couple of days from now I board a bus to Pocatello to do 28 days of treatment. See if I can’t work out the lonely that makes me feel like I’m dying and the wheres-my-daddy that makes me look for approval from any unavailable man. And I think I’ve said before that you’re more likely, at least temporarily, to find out what’s up with me if you visit my recovery related blog, Methed Up – A diary of recovery from crystal meth.

This has been really fun and really good for me and I’ll see y’all in the middle of February when I return with a fresh outlook and a sharpened tongue.

Ciao