somebody once told me...

...that you learn what you're really made of when you've got nothing left. maybe that's true. maybe it's not what kind of horse you ride or how long you've been riding, maybe it's about how you go about getting back on.

i know that i'm still not at the bottom. there's a place far darker than where i am now, and i'm doing alright. heaven knows it hasn't been all that easy, and i've complained about it to more than one of my friends, but really... i'm still fighting.

so, world, here's my message for you. give me all you've got. i can take it. i'm not running away, i'm going to see this through. so go ahead. i have faith in my ability to sally forth regardless of whatever bull you may want to throw at me. i am a rock-em sock-em robot, and i'll always be game for another round.


this is my war face.

anyway, thank goodness for mike. i was going to go to work but am pretty intensely sick, so i called mike and he covered my shift at the last minute. seriously. awesome.

feeling a bit better, took some meds finally and watched some of r.kelly's trapped in the closet extended version on ifc. was pretty entertaining, i must say :)