xchaosx

So what do you do when your mind won't stop racing?

I'm starting off with a cigarette. Today promises to be so much more stressing then yesterday. The stress from the past few days, actually, has been more than I normally care to tolerate... but I'll deal with that when it finally causes life to come to a grinding halt -- sometime later in the week, I'd wager.

I've slept wonderfully over the past few nights. I have a new, beautiful, and comfy bed set. Red and black with black velvet roses and such, braided piping, and overstuffed baffle-box stitching. Pretty high quality for finding it at WhiteTrash-R-Us' super-center.

Yesterday was fun with the fact of being pounced, first thing, but my pothead Husky-mutt. He decided that the presence of snow meant that the world stops and everyone should play with him. I made the mistake of tossing his "heave-a-beaver" toy. I was pounced happily in response and one pair of black slacks went to the dry cleaner a bit earlier than expected. Fucking dog...

And Duke and I are doing better. Not perfect, by any means, but we'll get through it. I just have to shake off the numb feeling and dig myself out of this rut. I can't let other's problems kill me off like I have been doing. I need to concentrate on the directly effecting bullshit and cull the rest into the dumpster. And I need to watch the cute video on my phone on a daily basis. It helps. Don't ask.

Anyhoo... time for that cigarette. It's already snowing balls outside, so maybe today will be cut short?

Yes sir, I just might enjoy that!