The other day I returned from the grocery store with lots of extra stuff. I went to pick up a prescription and get bread and milk, and returned with things like multiple pints of ice cream and blocks of cheese. I meant to say “hungry” but what came out was, “I guess I shouldn’t go […]
So, after a week of feeling down and out. Of taking whiskey to help me sleep. The weekend’s here! What could be better than sleeping in, or lazing around in my underwear all day watching football, or better yet getting somebody to watch the kids so we can be nekkid and have frequent sex and […]
Part of my depression is that I keep things bottled up. I stew over things, I worry about things. Can I control them? Not always. Sometimes I just want to scream, or hit something, or worse. Things like this: Baghdad Burning: “Iraqis will never forgive this- never. It’s outrageous- it’s genocide and America, with the […]