And I can juggle, too

Every day, it seems, at least these days, I feel as if I am walking this ridiculous tightrope. I feel like I am about to lose my shit.

Something has to change. I am getting up determination. I have already changed do much, but it isn't enough. I am tired of the way things have been going, and my life isn't changed enough quite yet.

I will be ok. I just have to stop being so afraid all the time.




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My reserved parking spot in Hell

TV Detective: "And he also threatened to kill her in the past."

Ancodia: "He threatened to kill her in the past?!?"

...maybe I needed to not have memorised most of the dialogue from Clue back when I did. I fear it may have contributed to my being an insufferable asshole today.

If I get offed, I'll have my black humour to keep me warm.



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Enough

Physically, I am alive. I am ok. I look like Frankenstein's monster, but not in any way that can be discerned by an outside watcher.

Inside. Inside is not so good, but I cannot tell anyone because they either don't care or are hoping and supporting so hard that I can't bring myself to hurt them by telling them that there isn't any hope.

In-between job applications, I have finished watching Columbo, and have moved on to ID series like Wicked Attraction and The Nightmare Next Door. Even though I wished they showed the executions, it is still nice to see someone get justice. I think that is the point of these shows. Except really, I would rather just watch Columbo and the old Batman series. I appreciate Harry letting me use his Netflix account.

I am not going to speculate on how successful any of my applications have been; as soon as I count on something, it vanishes.

I am doing as ok as I can.




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