Ides of march

Nothing to blog in the ides of march? Tis not so.

Ok, I use the term "ides" incorrectly, it actually refers to the 15th of march. But it's march none the less, and I have not blogged. I wrote a blog on the fourth. It's in draft. I don't feel like publishing it at this point.

On the subject of the ides of March, for anyone that cares, it was simply a day, but the term was made more famous in Shakespeare's play Julius Caesar when the soothsayer says to Julius, "Beware the Ides of March". Whatever.

Things are up. Things are down. Life is but an ocean sometimes, and the torrential down poor and swells that the ocean bring are so often feared. We fear for the rogue waves that will smack across the face, sometimes they never come but we brace for if they do. I dunno. Maybe I got smacked by an emotional rogue wave. You can never be too sure.

When people talk about hitting rock bottom, I don't really think you can say with certainty that you're at rock bottom. Everyone's is different I would say. My rock bottom is certainly not the rock bottom of a heavy drug user. I've never gone that far. I don't want to even guess of if I hit rock bottom. It's not important. It's better to remember when you were better and to remember your triumphs I would say. But that's just my opinion.

Books have been my best friends lately. That's another "whatever" statement. Lot's of reading. It's good for you. I don't have much... I really liked "The ides of march" and felt like talking about it really quick but felt like I had to have something to go along with it. It's like... french fries... you have to have something to go with it. At least a drink. mmmmm french fries.