Books are my only friends.
I think I had fun last night. There is a hole in my pantyhose at the crotch. I’m sticky and crusty and the bed is a mess, stained and stinks. Wish I had the video.
I carry one of the tanks of helium with me in my car as a way to stay calm. When I see the Fiserv buildings in the morning against the ominous midwestern skies, I just have to take a look at the tank to know that I am in control of my suffering and can end it. This gives me a mood boost and allows me to get through the day. Funny how that works.
