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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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Stamped: 12:03 AM

You might get in, but we won't let you in to see the real show.

Hey, thanks for coming to the blog, leaving comments, and sending emails about the content. I usually answer unless things are really busy. Right now, they aren't so I thought I would write an entry about some of the emails I've been fielding as of late.

First off: Despite the title of my personal blog (what you are reading right now) I'm not in any way affiliated with Matthew Good, The Matthew Good Band or anything else that is Matthew Good related. If you're looking for information relating to Matthew Good, it might be worth visiting his personal site which you can find at:
http://www.matthewgood.org/

Secondly, my relationship status is ever changing. You can try to keep score by the nicknames, or you can start numbering from when you started reading and try to keep track that way.

Third. It's official. I'm officially nuts. I was diagnosed with having Bipolar type 2 a couple of weeks ago, which may (or may not) explain some of the more obscure entries in this blog. Yes, we are treating it, and no, I don't think I will be taking photographs if I am ever committed. But thanks for asking...?

In any event, I'm tired out. Doing nothing but writing all day does that to you. I've got a cold, so I'm mildly cranky. Bed time.
G.

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  • Blogger Peter says so:
    Saturday, June 23, 2007 8:50:00 AM  

    No, you aren't nuts. And you aren't bipolar 2, as much as you have the condition bipolar 2. There is a chasm of difference between the two ideas, although the effect probably feels the same.

    --Dad top