dinner: chicken, tots, cc
(lifted)
(brother came over, helped with tech stuff)
later: tuna, bacon, pickle
10pm, off to kroger, i guess. i have a desk to put together but i'm just not feeling it.
Back from Kroger, 11pm, helped an old lady outside get a watermelon into her cart, and I could tell the poor old soul was crying for social contact, and I failed her. I cried through the entire store with the guilt of failing to interact with the old lady, and here I sit with stickman playing in my car in my carport with the car running at 11pm with tears streaming and nothing but sadness and depression.
Time to empty the groceries and end another turn of the wheel of ka.
i think one of the reasons i run is that i want to die, but i'm too much of a coward to handle the job myself. if i were to die running, that would essentially be out of my control.
in a very real sense, my body is the enemy, and it would be a glorious death in combat. the 21st century, first world edition.
assisted suicide by cardio, how gauche.
i think one of the reasons i run is that i want to die, but i'm too much of a coward to handle the job myself. if i were to die running, that would essentially be out of my control.
in a very real sense, my body is the enemy, and it would be a glorious death in combat. the 21st century, first world edition.
assisted suicide by cardio, how gauche.
