Miscellaneous

  • Friday Night Donuts

    It is Friday night and K and J came over with their son.  We are partying down.  (Okay, playing in the kitchen and watching Grimm.)  It’s nice to feel normal, at least as close as I get.

  • And the beat goes on…

    It’s 6:50 in the morning.  I actually got ready for work early, ate breakfast, and had time to have a cup of tea…  I should really try to do that more often. This morning I had a reason.  I had a meeting scheduled online with a friend.  He didn’t make it.  So I’ve been sipping tea and meandering the internet.  He may have had a crisis to deal with…  Things happen. Aren’t I being so rational and mature? It’s all a lie.  But I’m a good liar.

  • Priorities

    One of my students’ brothers was shot to death this week. I’m homeless. My cat died. Two of my best friends are dying, another has gone to ground and a third has betrayed me and, more importantly, his family and his child.  I don’t know how I could have believed in someone who had it in him to do such a thing as that.  I really am just furious and hurt at my own stupidity.  I feel like a fool.  Again.  For trusting.  For believing. I don’t know why I do that.

  • Depression

    Forced writing again.  Because if I didn’t already hate writing, THIS is going to totally make  me break into cold sweats for the rest of my life about it.  He says talk about my anger.  My therapist keeps saying that, too, what the fuck?  Why the fuck does everyone fucking think I’m fucking angry???????  

  • Pauses

    I was given a few minutes to write an email to MJ.  He’s had a lung transplant and he’s getting better, but he had to be out of touch for so long that D relented and let me write him a quick email tonight after I got my other work done.

  • Assignment

    He’s making me write.  It’s fucking midnight!  Isn’t he supposed to be the GOOD influence that stops me when I TRY to stay up all night? 

  • Returning

    It feels strange here, navigating through the admin screens… it feels hollow, echoing, empty… like an abandoned building I have a vague memory of living in once. I am being made to write here.  There is a threat that this will become a daily occurrence.  I suppose we shall see. I am not well.  

  • Care

    “People say don’t expect anything in return from anyone, but the truth is when we really love someone, we naturally expect a little care from them.”

  • Holiday Wishes

    Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it.  Happy other holidays to those who celebrate winter holidays.  And to the whole world (at least the Northern Hemisphere) happy solstice!  The days are getting longer again and with them may there be a return of light to all our lives. (For the Southern Hemisphere, I’m sorry, it’s all downhill for you, now…) Apologies to people whose emails I haven’t answered, I went offline for a few days.  I’ll get back to you as soon as the holiday craziness ends. Cheers and warm wishes, Shadow