Today was worse than I can possibly express in an LJ entry. Things just kept piling up.

I'm sorely tempted to see what it would take to make my heart explode.

I feel like I'm crashing.

Watch for the mushroom cloud.

So for the past three or four nights, I've woken up at around 3:30, 5:30 and then at 7:30, I decide to just stay awake. Generally, I haven't slept well in over a week, really.

Today was devastating on the employment and financial fronts.

Tomorrow can only be better, but I hope that I sleep longer than two hours at a time in the meantime.

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A couple of weeks later Will met Angie and became a temporary stepfather for the first time. Maybe if he had swallowed his pride and his hatred of children and the family and domesticity and monogamy and early nights, he could have saved himself an awful lot of trouble.

Banky: This is all going to end badly.

Holden: You don't know that.

Banky: I know you. You're way too conservative for that girl. She's been around and seen things we've only read about in books.

Holden: But we have read about them. So we're prepared.

Banky: There's no 'we' here. You're going to have to go through this alone.

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I was blindsided on some idle Friday.

I've tried to keep my chin up and not dwell, but quite unsuccessfully at times. Needless to say, it's been an extremely up-and-down few days.

I'll post more about it tomorrow.

Night, all.

It's not okay, Brad.

We're not taking it back.

Goddamn it.

Well, I'm tired as all hell from sleeping on Brad's couch (thanks again) last night and I've got two days to cover, so Imma bullet-point this suckadoug ( Read more... )