Everyone who is still here actually lives here. It all went on way too long though. I’m worn out just from having them in close proximity to me. I’m not in a particularly good spot so I guess I’ll get to practice what I preach and try and roll with the despair.

The power has cut off, briefly, several time this afternoon. It stays off just long enough for the ceiling fan blades to stop turning. I was trying to escape via (television) commercials but that is just too annoying considering the state I’m in and coupled with the electricity irritant.

Nothing has any appeal except getting in my old car and driving until I run out of money. At least a chemical binge has no allure. So far.


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