Friday, November 24, 2023

Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes

Sorry bout that....

I had all this shit planned and then--fatigue. It's got a grip on me. 

Tried some retail therapy, actually got almost all my Christmas shopping done, online. I don't go places unless I absolutely have to. Not even for free flu shots. Essentially, I'm a hermit who drives a Prius maybe ten miles a week.

This is the first day in weeks where the combo of weed and work doesn't have me crawling beneath the covers. Please, more manic phases, fewer depressive phases; less sleep, more writing.

It crosses my mind, several times a day, that I might be completely fucking insane. And the original Catch-22, I can't be insane if I know I'm insane.

It feels alone even though I know there's millions, billions of people going through the same shit.

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