I’m very moody today. It’s only 10am and I’ve already been up and down a dozen times.
Gord is coming by to screw me this evening.
On his way home from his girlfriend’s house, I guess.
I don’t even know where to take it because I know it’s not going to resolve itself today.
Can’t even put food on top of my feelings to keep it pushed down. No pot. No black hole to crawl into.
Work, Beverly. Get to work.