• Ask me if my mood’s improved. Go on. I dare you.
  • Today’s one of those days when I bust out the spare emergency Klonopin. It hasn’t done any good yet.
  • If you paid for dog biscuits or cat toys in that fundraiser I did for Kristina, they’re on their way. I’m slow, I know, but finished. On the upside, we raised $160. Yay!
  • After three trips to the shop, my truck is finally fixed. I think. I hope. Oh lord, after the hundreds of dollars and days stranded at home and the trip to the hometown coming up this weekend, please let the motherfucker be fixed.
  • If Tom Waits tickets are $85 as I’ve heard rumored, I’m going to weep. Weep and not go.
  • I’m talking about money too much.
  • It takes a week to mow our yard, which is funny since our yard probably isn’t a quarter of an acre.
  • Today Clara Jane kept giving me toys and Lifesavers because she could tell I was sad, which only made me sadder.
  • Dinner should have been ready an hour ago. Pulled it out of the oven, still frozen solid in the middle. Shitty pizza’s on the way.
  • Another plus side, I submitted four posts to wellfed.net today. That’s something. It was either write and research posts, or put the basement back together after tearing it apart for last weekend’s carpet cleaning. Which option would you choose?
  • Speaking of which, Clara Jane told her teacher, “My daddy cleaned our rugs so they won’t be stinky anymore.” Thanks Kid. In addition to your uncombed hair and the peanut butter on your face, we’re this close to that visit from that government agency that investigates child neglect.
  • Nine days until I start a 3-night concert stand with a whole bunch of people I know from a website. I’m excited but completely overwhelmed.
  • Remember when having fun wasn’t so much goddamn work? Me either.
  • I really should have went to the gym and taken my frustrations out on a treadmill. I probably would have broken my knee, though, at the rate I’m goin.
  • I had a panic attack today because my truck wasn’t where I left it. Turns out it was exactly where I left it; I’d just managed to forget where I parked. In a parking lot in Prettytown. We’re not talking about a multi-level parking garage here. That’s the state I’m in.
  • Damn that’s a lot of damn dots.