Welcome to the pit. Where I have no energy, because I used it all waking up and making an egg sandwich.
I wrote that sentence 2 hours ago, and it’s not entirely true.
I scared up some money to get some hot dog buns, generic cherry cola and vanilla ice cream (thanks Cathy, and the surveys I do online for pennies). Dammit, I went to Walgreens, and got those things. I had a lot of hot dogs and no buns, so…
This blog is so boring now. It used to be about living on the street in New York City while being addicted to huffing computer cleaning inhalants, but now it’s like this daily check in about the little things I do, like get hot dog buns.
That’s OK though. Boring is good (for me), it’s better than it was with the 3rd degree burns and the 3 month stays in jail.
I have been going through something, though, and i’m not ready to write about it yet. I want to be further out of the other side of it, and it’s quite early on this side.
I gotta hold on tight, and if you hold tight I promise this blog isn’t going to be so boring forever, I just have to make it through this depressive episode to a point where I can look back and see it for what it truly is: my brain is lying to me. I am not garbage, and I have things to contribute to the stream of life. Once I get a hold on that, I’ll let some more things rip, over here on evr0ck17.medium.com.
Hey, I could use a little help, you know, with eating and such:
