Monday, March 21, 2011
Waste Of A Day
Woke from a nap late afternoon feeling lonely and depressed. I spent the morning on a caravan of pain. I woke early to have breakfast with S, who's having a hard time of it. His mom's dying, being shuttled from assisted living centers to nursing home, he's not making any money, hates his job and doesn't resonate with where he lives. Between the two of us, I'm surprised we made it out of the restaurant wrists intact. Met with A at 11 to go through storage units. Found a scrap book from the trip we met on and looked through it together. Then continued combing through the detritus of our time together. I should never have taken the nap.…
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Oh man, I'm sorry. I remember that scrap book. You both showed it to C and me many moons ago. What a great story. You and A had a huge, positive impact on our lives and I'll always be grateful for it.
Oh, life can be such a fucker. Sorry for your pain and sadness, amigo. Sending you love. Shit. Now I'm all weepy.
Sorry to make you weepy, Pete. I've always been pretty philosophical about life's ups and downs. But I'm churning going through some really negative shit lately and writing is my only outlet for it right now. Maybe I'll keep most of it in a private journal. Still, it might be a good time to take me off your RSS feed!
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