OMG, reading this sent a chill down my spine:
While I was at The Corporation (a pox on King Stan!) I wrote that it was like being in an abusive relationship; you get smacked around, but you keep coming back because your sense of self-worth is tied up in there, and you keep lying to yourself that the good times compensate for the bad, and that a bad relationship (or a bad job) is better than none at all. You reach a point when it becomes so deeply a part of your life, you can't imagine what you'd do without it.Shit. Been there, done that. Stockholm Syndrome, ahoy.
Anyway, just wanted to check in and let y'all know that I'm still alive. Didn't do any work on the new blogspace over the weekend; had a bitch of a headache that set in Saturday night and didn't release its grip until today.
This evening, am going to see Ladytron play at The Phoenix, accompanied by other members of the local blogging posse. Yay.