Fresh, Hot Wastes of Time

I hate woulda shoulda coulda. I hate my Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday morning quarterbacking. I hate the fact that my heart’s permanently embedded in my sleeve. I wish I were a tough guy.

It’s been a bad week. Caroline’s over the flu but she’s acquired temper-itis and I’m having a hard time keeping my cool. Someone also recently by total surprise showed me that what I thought was a good friendship is apparently just a parasitic relationship and guess who the host is. I’m sucked dry baby, dry. Add some other disappointments and stress along the way and I’m ready for a good crying jag.

On the plus side, this is my last semester of college and no matter how much I’m doing this to prove/please others, I realize that I’m doing it most of all for myself. About 75% convinced to stay on for my Master’s.

Tito has developed a sudden and overwhelming fear of me for some reason and pisses himself when he thinks I’m mad at him. This is the dog I put in my lap and cuddle all the time, all 40 lbs of him. Talk about a vicious cycle; I can’t even holler at him to stop peeing until he gets outside.

I think maybe we all have cabin fever. I should go watch The Shining. And buy some Calgon.

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