Rolling stone part 2 /2 (aka movin' on and on)

01/07, Terrie and I move to Santa Ana

07/07 Amidst the growing bullshit manic wave number two starts to hit

08/07 After a number of hospitalizations, in July, I fly home to Boston

08/07 Having had plans to attend graduate school in Berkeley in the fall, I insist to my doubting parents that it is the place for me to be, so they fly me out there and I last no more than a week before jumping my manic self back on a plane (with an assist from my closest friend from high school, Ryan).

09/07-08/08. It was an especially dark year at home. Routinely slept 12-14 hours a day, only barely functioning enough to bum cigarettes off my mother.

08/08. Somewhere I muster up the gumption to pretend like a give a fuck about the cult of productivity enough to attempt to return to Berkeley. I fly back out to Berkeley to give it the old grad school try.

09/08. Still depressed, lost, and confused I go to the well with Maria one last time, this time with talks of playing for keeps. In fact, I kinda proposed to her via myspace (so fucking lame I know, but desperate times…). She’s back on board.

08/08. Stressed out over the way things are going at Berkeley, a fight over FB IM would be the last I ever heard from Maria. Much love to her for the effort, a rider if there ever was one.

09/09. Grad school has been difficult, a journey wrought with being overly medicated to the point that damn near cripples me physically, but we were scarred up and still flowing to that point. Feel lighter without having to worry about living up to Maria’s expectations of courtship (btw, Maria was in So Cal, while I was in Berkeley for this last go round, so the distance was a stressor as well), and eventual husbandry. With a case manager and doctor’s recommendations in hand, I ask my advisor to postpone my MA exam for the coming spring. Request is denied. Instead of hopping over his desk, and showing him a thing or two, the anger is internalized, and I go manic for wave # 3.

02/10. After a manic wave that saw me hospitalized in the Spring as well, I exit the hospital and come home to an eviction notice on my door. Fuck it, I thought, and flew back home, yet again.

03/10-08/11. Boston bound. Thanks to many a game of Madden online via Terrie this stay at home wasn’t nearly as bad as the ones three years prior.

09/11. Decide to move to Atlanta

08/12. back to Boston, folks.