So, I'm just playing doctor again, but I was recently informed that the weird burning / electrical type impulses shooting up from my feet to my calves might actually have a name... peripheral neuropathy or somesuch.  And there's a tiny likelihood I might have developed it during the nearly 2 years of high dose klonopin I was on- it's one of the fun side effects of long term use, it turns out.  I also don't believe in coincidence.

All I know is.. it sucks.. it prevents me from sleep.. nothing stops it.  Well... benzos do for awhile.  And the opiates do alot.. but their expensive and addictive and it's a place I've been before and dont wish to visit again.  Gabapentin helps a bit too, but without a passport my connection to get that in TJ is a dry river.  All I know is that the benzos stopped working again.  I guess first thing i do when I wake up tomorrow (or when 8am rolls around, whichever is first) is to find WHY I'm not in the medicare system yet.   Need to see a doctor asap and do something to fix / manage this. 

Also on that note.. so does my dad.  Best case scenario he's going through the wierdest opiate withdrawls after a fall down the stairs recently.  Or he had minor stroke.  Unfortunately evidence points to the latter but until I can conive a plan to get him to see a doctor... who knows.

www.vaseguys.com, check it out. Friend of mine and myself got 1300 square feet of boxes stacked 8-10 feet high of vases upon vases... for free(ish). Site isn't done yet, full catalog isnt up and the pirces are going to be lowered, but curious what people think.

Any of you of my lj buddies who want this stuff I'll sell it to you at wholesale, which is half the prices currently listed on the site. Also have like 60-90 more items to post... we're not near done w/ inventory. But i do have a ghetto catalog in pdf form I can send you that has most of the stuff listed.

"Do not seek to follow in the footsteps of the men of old, seek what they sought." - Basho

Damn I could use someone.. anyone to talk to right now.  But there's no one left.. I've alienated them all.  My own fault I suppose.

Damn it hurts when you have nothing to hold on to.

In memory of my grandfather, John Murray.  10/25/1926 - 12/17/2008.

Thank you for all the knowledge shared, inspiring attitude, and unending love.  You will be missed greatly.

Myself and a couple customers found this guy just outside my store yesterday.  Wasn't scared- just chilling in the sun digesting a big meal.

A happy snake!

Tags: snake, store, swi
Current Location: Store

I've wanted to learn the art of qigong for a long, long time.   It' always been something I've wanted to add to my martial arts knowledge- it's said you can never master kung fu if you can't also master qigong.  There's a few schools around that claim to teach it, but I was looking for something better... something non-americanized.

To my fortune, I learned of a master Shian Lew here in Hillcrest and after an email and phone interview have been given permission to study under Sifu Lew.  I am quite excited, naturally.  I start on the 7th, I can't wait! 
I get to study with a real 98 year old monk, who studied in China at the Yellow Dragon Temple.

My dad can't leave my shit alone (along with my business) and just fried a $120 light bulb.  Not only will he not likely pay for it, he didn't even say sorry for doing it.

Fuck you too dad.

So, after a year and a half of contract hunting and the studio nearly closing, we now not only have a greenlight on one AAA game, but two.  That means some serious changes for the studio including a 4x projected increase in staff size (if you need a job in the industry, send me that resume).  I can't say more than that right now, but it bodes well for the company and for myself, as long as I keep my job here that is.

I'd love to write about how awesome of a weekend I had right now, because it did in fact totally rock. 

But for some god-forsaken reason I'm breaking out in to a full on panic-attack right now at work.  I've already taken my daily max dose of benzos to try and fight it off... but no dice so far (and that was almost an hour ago... shit).  I hope I don't have to ask to go home, but I can't do shit feeling like this.

Where the hell did this come from?!

Current Mood: panic'd