My Thursdays are usually busy, and the next one is going to be super fucking busy, but after last night's dark thoughts I needed a break. I got good news from Wound Care today: both holes in my bad foot are smaller. Progress. Finally. If all the bad shit that I expect to happen really does happen next week, I'm sure that progress will backslide. But it's good to have at least some good news.
I checked out a hotdog place with a friend today, and it was pretty good. The hotdog was decent, and the burger reminded me of Hamburger Heaven. Good, not great.
I also got exceptionally high and had great conversation with friends. I needed to be away from my thoughts for a while, and it was good to take a break from everything. The calm before the storm.
Starting tomorrow I'm going to fight the good fight and try to make that miracle happen,. As long as there's a chance, I've got to try.
It came up in conversation today that I have no idea what dipshit thing Trump said today was. I know there's something. There's something every fucking day. But I don't know what it is for a change. I'm sure I'll find out, but well.
I'm free for now.
One more Goodnight, Fuckers remaining. This is the last one that will be posted as intended, as the final thoughts I have before I go to bed. The next one will take some time to put together. I'll let you know when it goes live.
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