rebranding has begun: call me ishmael

Hi readers.
I am sitting in a dainty yet earthy cafe in Fort Greene, called Bittersweet. I usually go to Bidonville, but they are closed for the Easter weekend. I miss the old street of Dekalb. Now that we're on Myrtle, we rarely get down to Dekalb unless we're jonesing to spend money, which is never a good sign. For those who don't know these streets and neighborhoods, don't worry. I'm basically saying that I get nostalgic on occasion. Nostalgia. What a strange and beautiful human response to the past. I feel like I could write a play on that subject.
Meanwhile, I read my horoscope in L Magazine today and it said this: "Cancer, Cancer, Cancer... Did you know that you're the only sign of the Zodiac that's also a deadly disease? How does that make you feel? I've often thought it would be good to come up with an alternate sign name... Crabula? Hermex? Canevia? Xeo? Rupertronica? Rebranding yourself isn't easy, but sometimes it's what has to be done."
Yeah. That basically says it all.
I'm pretty tired of my MO. Usually sounds like this in my head: "I'm so worried. What am I doing with my life? Why aren't things going exactly the way I want them? Why do I always feel depressed? Why aren't I exercising? What's next? Do I even like New York anymore? Why aren't I acting? What do I do?" BLAH BLAH BLAH.
It's Spring. Time for a change. And as I prepare for the play I am directing, I think more and more about how I need to think less and less about what people think. Or what I think, for that matter. Though, I need to think.
More later.