Thursday, March 29


There are days, of course, when I wish I had a place where I could write and not be known.

It's not that anything is wrong, of course, more like: Where can I go and scream out my lungs so I can reset and come back clear headed?

And then I remember: I have a journal. Yeesh. I think tonight might be a good night for going out into a dark place and writing and clearing my head a bit.

Clearing my head a bit = drinking.

1 comment:

DM said...

Things that are not helping: the last minute decision to have another staff meeting tomorrow at 1.

This will be my 3rd staff meeting in as many days.

Fuck. I hate meetings.