the drafts are endless, but it’s the drunk one I put up
Man I am telling you one of these days I am going to have to organized this more beyond the waxings and bitchings of Miss D. I have so many different drafts right now--so many times I sit down here to write, and then abandon it because I go to watch what train wreck is on Dr Phil, or work annoys me and I have to get up from the desk I sit at for 8 hours a day. It can be a bit tedious and there is the factor of sunlight in this room, a giant grow light which could legitimately grow some serious crops in the corner. It helps but it doesn't make my literal ass feel better. Anyways, last night I was drunk and decided to post what I would normally not--there's no reason to not celebrate more than that shit--because life is getting measurably better, save for the $18,000 ER bill soon to be doubled by that second blood blister explosion from the badly sewn stitches to start. Whatever--there's some time to work bankruptcy in but again--these strategies I was trying to save for expected hospitalizations---BUT--maybe I will get to 58. Maybe I won't live 8 more ...
