Sorry I kicked your toe

Things are strange lately, kids are strange, friends are strange, work is strange, my creative motivation is strange.. life just gets more strange by the day. Maybe it's just me maxing out on strangeness? Haha, that's entirely possible and anyone that knows me would probably agree.

These past couple of days I want to spend my time doing, well.. nothing. I don't want to do anything but hide in a book or sleep. 

I had these big plans to use the parts from the iMac that was pulled from the river and come up with some mixed-media art of some kind. But week after week of this broken p.o.s. in my space I just got more and more irritated about the whole thing, so I tossed it in the trash.

The whole thing has really messed with my head, especially lately. As if it wasn't enough to lose all of my photos, then taking photos lost its excitement, now I feel like I have to hide my blog?! Unbelievable. So on top of a lost sense of security that comes along with your home being broken into, on more than one occasion by the same person, being stalked and harassed, I've lost (temporarily) the creative outlets that I use to self-soothe, vent, express and work through this mess his repetitive craziness has made of my thoughts.

Eventually none of that crap will matter, I'm far too stubborn to let some jerk dictate how happy I am or how I express myself. First, take care of business.. Then, take care of me..

look at this ancient artifact that I found under some junk in a drawer :)
I wonder what's on it.