The five stages of grief: Boy. We. Really. Are. Fucked.

ah, the good old days: when I used to get a W-2, had resume I gave a shit about, looked for ways to grow my career(s). fuck that

found a home for mom's piano. yay!

so much for my happy ending

me need aquah water dihydrogen oxide liquid ice nary a drop to drink wa wa then pistol club

a person with one clock knows what time it is. a person that changes their fucking clocks twice a year for no goddam reason is never sure.

fuck chess. but its an interesting game. I love chess. No fuck chess it's infuriating. but I could learn to concentrate, i'd love chess.

change is good. you go first.

pretty sure I will need to go dark for a few days. Or weeks. Or months. Who am I kidding? It is likely for years.

i have no status today none

my house is way bigger when my wife aint in it with me

im just not in the mood

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next week gonna suck. weeks after that gonna suck too.

today must be my day to shit

i tell stories from 50 years ago. guess i am officially a creeper

i can't fucking see

another one of those situations where im gonna have to science the shit outta something

my go-to response for most assertions of fact is now "so therefore what?"

im inspired, but fearful https://youtu.be/J7GY1Xg6X20