Second Prudence

Hey there, all....

I've become increasingly discontent with my lot in life. I really want to be an actor, but there's no theatre scene here and I can't leave because I have too many personal/social attachments keeping me here. *sigh* Life would be so much easier if I were just an asshole.

I'm also going through a bit of an identity crisis or something. My totem's changed a while back, but I'm not doing anything about it until now. Right now the full change is slow and gradual, but it's going to be really tough severing myself completely from Kangaroo. He's pretty much been with me for the past five years. What do you do when something you've used to define yourself through the most formulative period of your life is being left behind? I haven't figured that out yet.

I miss my friends, in Baltimore and elsewhere. I don't spend enough time with my family (you know who you are, Shadowtigers), and I've become a downright grumpy bastard who still needs people to validate his existence...

For all the progress I've made in the past two years, some days it still seems like I haven't gotten very far...

I'm going to rant about the WTC soon, I promise.