By the way, if anyone is reading this, I realize that this is really pathetic. It’s okay. Come back in a few weeks or months and there will be some comedy here again. Or something. I’m not quite sure what yet.

Right now, I’ve got to make a public showing, standing on a soap box as it were, to do the thing I never ever would have done two weeks ago. That me would have crafted a story to laud my prowess, my mind, would have crafted a story of her insanity, or changed the subject and pretended to move on.

“No big deal. Shit happens. So anyway, isn’t the world zany!”

This is why I’m doing this. It is too easy to not be honest and this is scary as all hell to me. Trying to scare myself every day. So far, this week anyway, I’ve been able to manage once every other day. It’s better than my previous record of once a year.

I wonder where it will all end up. Goddamn I hope this gut churning stops soon as I’m really starting to get sick of it.