tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8088278.post-66651925672012971242008-04-21T21:57:00.004-03:002008-04-21T22:19:44.215-03:00In fact that's just it. I'm <span style="font-style:italic;">Alive</span>. I have a life. I'm living it. I am renovating my house, spent a week in the Dominican Republic where I ate way too much, drank way too much and had my second real fight with the Archer but all is good.<br /><br />Not sure if other bipolar or similarly mentally interesting people feel this way, but for me, this blog is an online journal, a place I go to spew my guts and rant and vent in a safe environment where nobody gets hurt and I don't end up with a criminal record or out of a job. That is a good thing.<br /><br />But lately I have been so busy living life, I haven't really had to time to reflect on it. Reflection is important. In fact, I don't even have time to make lists. Lists are a big part of my life. I have actually won the Archer over on the value of a list and how it is so efficient and practical to put your life in a list so much so that now he writes a list for everything. Me, well I am just flying on the seat of my pants, making it up as I go along, changing the rules as I see fit. No list, no net. Crap, I haven't even been opening my mail - I'm just guessing at my minimum payments. Imagine!<br /><br />So when things are good, I have nothing to say. When things are bad I'm very maudlin. Sorry guys I am a fair weather friend. I still like to read everyone else though.Manicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09855463928884979108noreply@blogger.com