I quit my job.

My day job, that is. So my night job is now my day job. And that job is radio jock. Yes, I am now a full time radio presenter.

I have more time to do things I've always wanted to do, like write more music, refine my guitar skills, learn more production techniques, read more, exercise, sleep better. And of course, it's great that my full time job involves music. I get paid to play music. It's not MY music, but still, it's music.

It's great. I never dreamed I'd be doing this. I remember years ago listening to the radio and thinking of how cool it would be to be that guy on the other side. And now I am, and it's everything I've imagined and more.

In other news, I bought a new guitar. An ESP Explorer. And I also got myself a GT-10 guitar effects processor.

And at some point this year, I'll be moving out into my own apartment, closer to work.

Life has been treating me well, but as is true for all human beings and their fucked up psyche, I still feel like I'm missing something.

Of course, I know what that something is. And I see that something every day. And I think of that something every moment.

But I deal. I breathe. I move along.

I told myself about 3 years ago, if I could get over this, I could get over anything. And at some point I got over it, so I'm guessing, at some point I'll also get over this.


2010, bend over, because I'm about to royally fuck the shit out of you.