2026-01-15

 I was pressing my head against the sliding door to my back deck. It was 7:42 in the a.m. I'd been awake since nine in the morning the previous day. I wish I could blame drugs or whatnot. It's simply because I've been depressed for weeks, months, years, and this is the cycle I go through. I used to drink to make me forget, so I could sleep. But even alcohol doesn't really work these days, and seriously, I'm old enough to know that I need to take care of my liver and kidneys.

I took a few pics of the snow, the trees covered and drooping in the very wet snow that has been falling since midnight. Since 11 p.m. I've conversed with an old friend for over an hour and then just talked to myself, because that's what we do when we can't sleep and have no interest in watching a movie we've already seen a million times before. So instead I catch up on stupid entertainment news and just plain stupid news in general and then get pissed off about the state of the world.

I do my best to avoid the sad sack songs that I love, but I think I did listen to Transatlanticism five times. Just the song itself, not the album. I'm not that far gone. 

Yet.

(Come on, that was a good laugh).

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The snow continues to fall. I'm gonna sweep the front and also my deck and stairs again. 

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Complete aside, and this is how I learned typing. Not patting myself on the back, but I was the best. But the best out of three or four in your class isn't really saying that much. I actually don't pride myself on my former 80+ words a minute or shit like that. I like that I will always remember the number 8 as also being the * for everything.

Shift key, *.

Or no shift, 8.

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Be good kids. Be kind. Don't be like me, and think you'll always have folk looking out for you. At some point, sooner rather than later, you'll be the one wondering where and when folk are looking out for you.