I Brought the Whine and Cheese
I don't normally use my journal for this, but--
My house has fleas.
My cat is miserable.
I am broke.
I haven't been sleeping.
My writing has been ass.
My best friend has left the building.
This is no way to be ending year 24.
Have you ever played tug of war, and the rope starts to slip in your hands? And you're tugging and pulling, and it just slides faster, until your palms burn and you have to let go? Then you get to--aha--the end of your rope. Feels like where I'm headed.
Blah blah blah, these are not huge problems. I will save money, I will kill the fleas, and it will all be okay. I know that. None of this is really a big deal.
Still, I could really, really use an act of kindness about now.
My house has fleas.
My cat is miserable.
I am broke.
I haven't been sleeping.
My writing has been ass.
My best friend has left the building.
This is no way to be ending year 24.
Have you ever played tug of war, and the rope starts to slip in your hands? And you're tugging and pulling, and it just slides faster, until your palms burn and you have to let go? Then you get to--aha--the end of your rope. Feels like where I'm headed.
Blah blah blah, these are not huge problems. I will save money, I will kill the fleas, and it will all be okay. I know that. None of this is really a big deal.
Still, I could really, really use an act of kindness about now.