sad and well on the way to drunk…
who closed at 11 last night, accidentally set off the alarm, miraculously remembered the code to turn it off, and then had to sit and wait for 10 minutes in fear and embarrassment to see if the cops were going to show up?
not me. i heard, from that sad person, the police did not come after all.
on an unrelated note, i could not sleep more than a couple hours last night.
went to a staff meeting yesterday. had an 18 year old, out of nowhere, in front of others, tell me that i looked “fresh to death.”
immediately contemplated suicide.
what i’m taking for anxiety works, for the most part, but man, does it fuck up my stomach.
i don’t know if i can stick with this that much longer. there’s not too many times in the day i can excuse myself to go be nauseous in a corner.
today is a day that i planned to get shit done. there are about 5 things i should just take care of.
naturally i’m on tumblr and feeling like a nap is on the horizon.
i took a hammer to every memento
but image on image like beads on a rosary
pulled through my head as the music takes hold
and the sickener hits, i can work till i break
but i love the bones of you, that i will never escape.” —