Here I am again. Back at my old job, the one I had when I started this blog, single mother, again and more confused than ever.
I think I've left this blog sitting here, unattended, because I don't laugh as much anymore. I don't find the humor in the most mundane shit like I used to. Then I started thinking, maybe it's because I'm not looking or noticing.
I don't know but I do know this: writing got me through a lot of things when nothing else seemed to help. I don't care who listens or hates me anymore, I have too much going on in my real life to be mired down in that crap any longer.
Maybe I need this again. Maybe I need handfuls of pills and therapy and a monkey to talk to. This is cheaper.