Though the timing of my moving into this house was delayed by personal stuff between Leslie and myself, it does feel good to be here even though my friend in her isn't here. I do find myself wishing that I could reach out to her, but right now the only thing that either of us actually needs from one another is time and space away from what we were.
Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright burny fucker up there. I did the thing with the sweating and moving and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical- you lump of fuck.
This is what could've been done, versus what you did do. In case you ever wonder about that situation.