oh right, the blogging. God, it slipped my mind, just like so many other things I do to keep myself put together and anchored to the planet. I’m a lot of things, but for now i’ll stick with an easy one: predictable. Every year, winter comes…predictable. predictably I swear that I could care less about holidays and all of the baggage they carry, wrapped in green and red paper…and suddenly i’m way bent out of shape, like I couldn’t have predicted i’d become, even though it happens without fail every time. Christmas, new years…and in 3 days my birthday.
I got all manically zipping around trying to save my world, like “Ev saves Christmas” or something. like it’s even worth saving. There is no war on Christmas, but there is evidence that it is holding the means to create weapons of mass destruction, so we all know that what that means.
anyway, I sure as shit lost my shape over all of the things, with all of the things: drugs, money, women, ego. predictable.
I did have a productive day, though…thanks to my brother, and many other good folks I not only washed my laundry, but folded it too. I’m going to try to get to sleep early to return to the temple on time tomorrow morning.
I cant even really sort all of the events of the last couple of days since I last got to the typing on the blog thing, but that’s ok. I’m sure I owe apologies and money to many. on Monday, i’m starting back at outpatient in the lower east side to see if I cant be a better kid by the time the next winter rolls around (sooner if possible).
i’d like to thank the world for keeping me safe when i’m not looking out for myself like I should be.
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