There is a lot in my head.

And what giving me the ability to post? Fortune cookies.

Since Steve doesn't eat his, we often end up with several lying about the house. Perfect afternoon snack.

So, my fortunes in order:
"When winter comes heaven will rain success on you."
err not sure I can wait that long.

"You should be able to undertake and complete anything."
a couple of you keep claiming this. not sure i'm buying it. love you all, but still suspicious.

"Nature time and patience are the three great physicians."
as lisa would say "fuck yea!"


food for thought.

So...

Like I said, there's a lot in my head right now. Some grey and fuzzy, some dark and twisty and most of it pretty fucking confused. I've been answering questions lately a lot with "Not much" and "I'm fine". Translation: Fairly fucked up. (and yes, today's posts were brought to you by the number 5 and the word fuck)

Firstly I am being painfully cliche and textbook symptomatic. (Not taking meds for no reason?check, staying up late?check, avoiding direct questions?check, did I miss any?) So yea there is work to be done and atm I could really give a fuck. And I hate that part off me is banging its head against the wall saying "there is noe good reason for this!" over and over again. And the rest of me thinks she might be right.

OK enough for now, i'm out.