2002.08.28 HWA postponed events scheduled for last weekend and next weekend. This serves as an unexpected break. I have not had 2 consecutive weeks off in at least 6-months. I plan to use this time to physically and mentally recharge. I have been running on fumes for the last few weeks.

I don't want to lift weights. I don't want to force 3,500 calories in my stomach. I don't want to eat chicken and egg whites. I don't want to drink protien shakes. I don't want to study old wrestling tapes. I don't want to watch WWE programming. I don't want to read dirt sheets. I don't want drive 100 miles just to get beat up and drive another 100 miles. I want to be a "negative nancy".

I want to sit on the couch and eat junk food. I want to watch DVDs on my big screen television. I want to do as little as possible. I am tired. I am totally burned out.

Wrestling has no off season. There is no time to rest. If you get off track, it is hard to get back on. Wrestling waits for no one. The game keeps going whether I play it or not.

To quote Pink (like a pill): I thought it would be fun.

I can't stay on your life support, there's a shortage in the switch,
I can't stay on your morphine, cuz its making me itch
I tried to call the nurse again but shes being a little bitch,
I think I'll get outta here, where I can...

Run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear you're just like a pill
Instead of makin' me better, you keep makin' me ill
You keep makin' me ill

Wrestling is my drug. I need wrestling. I have to wrestle. I can't live without it. Unfortunately, wrestling does not make me a happy person. I am not performing at or near the level I know I am capable. I watch video of myself and get physically sick.

Yardbird Posse