3/28/99 a bigger shovel.My life is settling back into the normal "topsy-turvy, happy one minute, blind-sided by fate the next" mode. - Rather than the "Rare extreme highs, followed by long bottomless-pit lows wish you were dead." mode that I have been stuck in for a little while. I'm not trying to sound over-dramatic, but I have been in a major funk lately. Typically, I'm a happy person, I like doing stuff, I like to laugh, I have a million interests. I haven't been the typical Ken lately. It might be the weather (like I have been told), and it might be a defficiency of certain brain chemicals (Monica's theory), or it could be the fact that my life has a non-stop Soap Opera component that is tangled into it like "ugly macrame." I havn't updated the journal because I have been dealt a rapid-fire barrage of things. Good things, bad things, benign things, all requiring my immediate, undivided attention. Simultaneous, multiple deadlines. Sounds like a disease, Friday morning I had to remove the NFL football display, and install the World shoe display. I had a t-shirt design due by the end of the day Friday.... I got it done, but they hated it and I need to redo it early Monday. Oh yeah, I had to move to a new cubicle... all in the same 24 hour period. On the financial front....I checked my account balance Friday...$83.00. Yow! Were there really that many birthdays this month? Where did it all go? How can I get some more? My mom was in town on Saturday... singing with her Japanese friends, so I hauled the kids over to see her. Monica was sick and stayed home. In her typical "mom-style" she handed me a $50 bill, "this is for your birthday."
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