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.




- Posted using Speak-n-Blog from my Fisher-Price Chatter Pull Telephone