Edward Charboneau

Trying to start writing 600 words per day. Trying to break the rust. Thy will be done.

Waiting for Obama's health care.

Needing to get out of the house before I burn up the day in front of this screen. I think I forgot how uplifting some music makes me.

The Day is beautiful here. I wish I more to do outside. I am so behind on my reading.

Ok, back to reading.

I'm trying to deal with people who "follow me" because their own profile is littered with scam offeres.

Sundays have been the hardest day of the week for me since I took being sober. It's so hard to focus without appointments.

I visited my cousin tonight. He was sick as a dog but his wife promised me it was something he ate, not catchy; well, we'll see.

Beginning withdrawl over Galactica. I often wonder if Ron Moore really ended it for art, or for more lucrative jobs down the road.

Sent my soon-to-be ex-wife an email with a audio attachment telling my kids "goodnight." My heart so aches when I don't see them.

Just logged on to Twitter. The world seems as boring as yesterday.

Going to bed, hoping for a positive tomorrow.

I'm back, listening to Elton John's Pinball Wizard.

Sundays are tought for me. Probably because I make them that way through my lack of preporation. The Big Book is helpful for these mindsets.

I was very disappointed in the Galactica's last 30 minutes. Why would Adama want to be alone when Lee might give him grandchildren?

I think Elton John sings Uptown Girl better than Billy Joel. But, you know what opinions are like.

To thine own self be true.

"Do not be afraid." Sometimes, I'm terrified.

Trying to use Twitter's search for "Yooper." Results are neither negative nor positive. Weird.

I'm debating what I want to eat for lunch.