What a weird place to dwell.
I’ve been lost in daydreams for most of my life. This is where I go when my anxiety jumps to super massive warp speed. Not just then, though. I turn to daydreams when I’m bored, angry, overwhelmed, or trying to fall asleep.
I feel kind of uncomfortable talking about this.
“Kind of” is code for “extremely”.
“Drinking bourbon and avoiding housework on a Sunday afternoon is no way to go through life, son. “
This is the circular thought I’m having on a Sunday afternoon. It’s accompanied by the song SOB by Nathanial Rateliff and the Night Sweats.
You know how people say that we all have some natural talent? Shouldn’t I have found this by now?
Randy doesn’t like to talk about his health, but he told me I could write about this.
He had to have emergency surgery last Saturday night. One of those pesky organs that sometimes acts up and kills you. He was in bad shape for 3 days and has been home for 2 nights now. I can’t stop watching him sleep. I just want him to be okay.