...So to speak

My life has changed a lot and next to none of it is for the worse. I remember one year ago being in what I would then define as "the depths of despair" that I now define as a cocktail party joke. One year ago, it was all candyass. Now I'm playing for keeps...so to speak. Saw the talent show tonight and was indifferent to all but a handful of performances. Logue and Eggers, you owned so much tonight. As Linda and Paris respectively, that was probably the show highlight for me. Well, one of the highlights. I can't go on without tipping my hat to the beautiful rendition of Bohemian Rhapsody. I was pumped. There was much pumpage. And pitch perfect comic timing Rach. You single-handedly stole the show. Much like my heart. On a numerical scale of pressure being felt over the dreaded UIL auditions, I'm at a 7.3 on a 50 point scale. I don't know what I should worry about. Actually I know of several things I should worry about. But I'll play it by ear, among other things. And is it odd that I love certain people for not loving me? A love/hate relationship, if you will. I love and she hates. Sometimes nothing gets men hotter than a "Get the hell away from me". Take it from a guy who's had several restraining orders in his day. "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil who is standing center stage advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours."