A storm was closing in, as I was trying to get home. I don’t know what I’ve done to the font, or how to undo it at the moment - all apologies, haha, I am stuck using the guppy (a little netbook) to blog, because my pc is still down (pending certain attempts too fix it - I intend to deal with it, after the storm passes, when I can plug it back in. The electrical storms around here are so bad, I won’t chance leaving it plugged in, and everything I have to do will take to long to rely on the battery - the thing is functioning in slow motion, as is. Charlie seemed annoyed that I was typing away - he’s now on the back porch, smoking, and perhaps, pouting. Had a nice breakfast, but (haha, and I don’t know how I fixed the font, either.) I can...
To quote crip Mac, never commit suicide. Eventually you’ll bump into a person who just listens. Life is constant pain, I’m not going to pretend you’ll be in a moment where it just disappears, but it will subside. Then you’ll have interesting new pains to grapple with!
It gets easier somehow, and that constant pain is in service of the little joys you can’t feel right now, but you and I know they’re there every day too.
We just need to find a way to lock on that part of our day, or maybe that’s escapism and also unhealthy, eh.