nuttier than squirrel poo...

       so i quit my job. wait a minute, didn't we just do all of this? oh right, well, we're doing it all again. so there i was, minding my own business... i'm two weeks into the new job and finishing up the training to take phone calls and pretend that i know anything at all about guns, which i don't. but, you know, i've been pretty busy and pretty tired. so i was minding my own business and enjoying the three day weekend afforded me from the shift from monday through friday training to my regular tuesday through saturday schedule, when suddenly i was hit yesterday with an uncontrollable urge to go crazy and do what i've been wanting to do for the last several years. it freaked me out. most of yesterday was a mild, sustained panic attack that lasted from about when i woke up to when i decided to quit my full-time job and look for something part-time to support my ink habit.

       i wish i could describe the feeling i had when i finally made that decision. i have been going crazy since at least last october because i hadn't written anything since spring break last year. but i feel ... elated. free. and it's about time. so here i go. probably one of the larger leaps of faith i've taken in a while. probably not the most responsible move, either. but hello, my name is chris, and i'm a writer.

       i promise to keep you updated. goodness knows i'll probably have enough down time. and i am already looking for a job. got an application today to be a cook. but i'm excited. and a little freaked out. wish me luck. and i hope you're all well.