i’ve been in a funk for a while. mad case of the mean reds with a dash of broken heart. and i couldn’t explain all of it really, it just *was* — i didn’t really want to anyhow. etc. etc. etc. in fact, the closest i can come to figuring it out (well, parts of it) is:
In Douglas Adams’s Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy trilogy, the ultimate torture machine is known as the Total Perspective Vortex — a diabolical creation that can turn any living being into a raving lunatic. Inside the chamber is a picture of the entire vastness of the cosmos with a tiny arrow that reads, “You are here.”
yeah…
anyway, i made mad efforts to ignore it/smother it/etc. and thankfully, slowly…slowly…things are looking upish. more importantly, my baby brother is here in days — mere days, i tell you!!!! — and i can’t fucking wait. also, it appears the oppressive heat is taking a break for the evening. thank christ! hell, thank the baby jesus and his pet cow! moo!!!
that said, i am so overwhelmed with relief right now. holy shit. something actually worked out! like, for reals! and i get to leave the god-awful, soul-sucking job that i hate, loathe & want to pee on!
you know, just to be safe, i think i should sacrifice a small child/goat…
::knocks on wood::
