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Frank Gumola - Journal | Weblog

Reboot

A few days ago I had what I like to call a mini mental meltdown. I can't remember the last time I lost complete control of my emotional being like I did. I literally spaced out. A black hole began to form around me. I saw nothing but a white focal point in front of me and I just needed to....breathe. Scream. Cry. Smash something.

So I did.

And I immediately felt better.

I'm feeling incredibly distanced from my family and it's literally killing me inside. I've got some vacation time coming to me in July and I'm going home for a few days. That'll help, but it won't put a permanent fix on my feelings.

YBJ made a brief stop here in Cleveland earlier today. He and David surprised me with a visit at my workplace, and I couldn't contain my joy. The sight of my brother brought tears to my eyes. We hugged, we laughed, we rolled down the highway in his beat-up truck to my second-short stint; the usual Friday night wine tasting.

Hanging from the truck's rear-view mirror was the stuffed bear/angel I got him when he was hospitalized a few years ago.

Silly, but the sight of that stupid stuffed animal made everything ok. Until my next meltdown.

And unless my StepDad starts sending messages from the afterlife, it's so going to happen. Because on top of all the stress I'm dealing with lately, I really miss chatting with that man.

Just Beachy

Taken earlier today, by David.

Bath. I Has One.

Miso Kitty hasn't been shown enough love around these parts lately.

Here she is, fresh from the tub, drying off in my arms.

New Photoset

Quad Camera iPhone App Experiment.

Recharge

Michael Urie; Blogging, Twittering

At 1:23, you can hear that Michael's got mail. I checked my phone ('cause I totally thought it was mine), then watched the video again.

You're Going To Die


So enjoy life.
Thanks, MeFi!