Hello, my name is Ken.... I have an online journal.

I used to have a journal. I used to tell my private thoughts, and air my dirty laundry to any Tom, Dick or Harriet with a modem and a willingness to hear whatever it is I have to say. After nearly two months of silence, I'm attempting to get back into the habit of writing.

Ya know, I actually had to look at my last journal entry to see what was going on when I last wrote. I can clearly see that you need to be updated.

I guess I should just dive right in huh? It has been almost exactly 2 months since Monica was "offically" taken off of her prescription pain medication, and it has been a very difficult 60 days. I wish I could say that it all went smoothly, I really wish I could refer to her problem in the past-tense. Unfortunately, it is still a work in progress, and it is still a struggle.
It's a struggle every damn day.

I wish I could tell you that her "break" from the meds was a clean one... it wasn't. I wish I could say that I have been seeing the "fruits of the struggle" or at least some evidence that things would be better one day, but I'm still holding onto that notion purely on blind faith.
Monica was supposed to exercise daily, see a psychiatrist weekly, and go in for regular urinalysis... none of it happened. I wish I could say I was taking it all in stride, but I'm not.
It bothers me, and it bothers the kids in their own way. Can you believe that our good friends had thier first child on labor day, and we haven't all gone over to see them (even though they live less than a mile away). They are the godparents of our kids, and we haven't managed to make it over to their house in two-months? They must have hurt feelings. I deserve to feel rotten about it, and I do.

The kids are back in school.
Recession,War...Standard time.
Since I last wrote, the world has totally changed and stayed the same.
I did get my MGB GT, and I love it. It's small and goofy, and something to nurture and research and get a little bit of passion about. The good kind of frustration. I have never owned a car that I actually "wanted". My car has a diary too. It's gonna be here.

I'll pace myself and stop myself now. consider yourself up to date!

"So, now you know."

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And dont forget the guestbook