I have been thinking over the last couple of days that I haven’t been giving this blog post page any love. I think i’m gonna keep this section really off the cuff, almost like Morning Pages described in the Artist’s Way. The truth is I want to do something different with my life. I’ve lived in the same studio apartment going on 11 years. I think I have what may be soon called a committed girlfriend relationship. I am thankful I had a church gig this afternoon. It’s probably been the busiest December I’ve had gig-wise since being on tour with Jeff Dunham in 2010. After I got back from the church gig, returning the car to my parents’ house, I had a great time eating with my cousin, my only real cousin, Simon, whose an impressive guy, a history teacher at Wellsley (sp?) in Boston. My parents (and Simon) dropped me off at the bus stop on their way to Christmas mass, and I caught the spanish jitney bus back to the GWB terminal. Walked home. In trying to break the habit of not turning on the computer and jerking off to porn the first thing I enter the apartment, I instead finally took the copy of Moby Dick, which I’ve never read, and started reading the first two pages and fell asleep in bed. I woke up after 15 minutes and decided to write this. This Edward Snowden documentary on HBO got me thinking how much I’ve exposed myself on media. Well here’s a bit more I guess. Merry Christmas! Love ya!