scottophobia

free time is a missing puzzle piece that may have not been included in the box. you never really know. did the cat get it one day? did it get stuck between the box and the lid only to later fall on the floor and get kicked under the couch or something?
i have overcame my hatred for the sound of my own voice. i have done so while listening to my own voice reading the test preparation manual on mp3. i am not saying that it is in any way a good voice, but it isn't as bad as i used to think it was - you know, that is one of the main reasons i began smoking... i hoped that smoking would make my voice sound gravelly and mean; sort of like blind willie johnson (didn't). maybe with the right equalization and a pop filter, etc. it might even be radio quality [talk radio].




i am coming out of my depression, i think, despite the events of this last week. it just seemed like i screwed up constantly and if i didn't screw up, someone else did and i experienced the repercussions of their screw up. actually, all of last month was challenging [sucked]. i am glad that month is over now. i am actually looking forward to what the future has in store now. i am not (by any means [nor will i ever be]) cocky*, but i am starting to feel something that i haven't ever felt and i don't know what to do with it. i am starting to feel the tiniest amount of pride in my self. i think i am overcoming my fear of my own self.

*lord! i truly hate that word.