Grinding!

No...not grinding as in shaping metal.

Not grinding as in the sexual dancing done in clubs.

In the video game world, grinding refers to leveling your character(s) up in order to raise their stats. They become more powerful, get better weapons, and battles that once were difficult become a little easier. One would usually grind their character before a main boss battle or something important that happens in the main storyline of the game.

Leeroy is not a good grinder.

So, why do I bring up this particular kind of grinding? 

I've been told by every single doctor I've seen that depression is common in heart attack survivors. For the past year or so, I've been slowly sliding down the slope, but now I'm in it all the way. I may seem okay on a computer screen, but most of the time, I'm feeling down, exhausted, and just miserable. Nobody's fault. I appreciate my wife and kids putting up with it for as long as they have without giving me a swift kick in the ass. 

Now it's time to give myself a swift kick in the ass.

I have started taking medication and going to therapy to try to help out with the depression. Another piece of the treatment that I can directly control is to convey my feelings (which in itself is difficult for me). So I am going to try to write more. More blog posts. More topics. More serious issues, with a little funny sprinkled in now and again. More fun, hopefully. 

This is my grinding.

Starting Monday, I begin grinding to try to increase my power. To try to raise my stats, get better weapons, and beat the villain. 

I hope you will stay for the ride. 

My Mistresses....

I haven't posted for a while, apparently due to a bout with depression.

My docs said it's common for many heart patients to go through depression when they realize they may not be able to do some of the things they used to do. Instead of work, I was zoning out on the computer and Xbox. Instead of not stressing, I was wanting to drink all the time, and becoming an asshole again (allegedly). 

So my wife gave me the nicest, kindest boot up my ass that she could muster, and told me to snap the fuck out of it.

And here is my attempt.

My mistresses will still see me on a regular basis, for without the computer, I could not interact with my wife's clients, impart my razor wit and raucous humor on Facebook, and post this very blog which nobody reads, except for people that want to see Adam Levine naked, apparently.

My Xbox, my baby, my fickle lover that teases me with that glowing ring of hers, and the hours of enjoyment she provides on a daily (yes, daily ladies, beat that) basis. I will never give her up, never let her down, never run around and.....you know the rest.

My wife works hard at running the business, and even takes care of a lot of the stuff from home as well. She is, unfortunately, gone from home a lot, so the computer is the closest thing to adult interaction I get all day.

But, it did get a little out of control, and she snapped me back into my awesome, radiant, glowing personality.

So, I'm sorry to anyone that was waiting for a new post (*snicker*). As some sort of catharsis, I'm thinking about writing ANOTHER blog full of rants, opinions, and more adult-centric conversation that will hopefully spark some kind of intelligent debate to satiate my desire for adult interaction. I'll post more on that as I work up to it.

But in the meantime, I'll tip my Friday ration of adult beverages to my readers, and my NEW FANS ON FACEBOOK!! Woooohooo!! Welcome and welcome back.

Here's to being Sooper.