—YOU’RE TOO MUCH
…That was about as bad a weekend as they come. Let’s hope my doctor has good news today. There’s only so much a guy can take. And, yes, I’ll happily and gratefully accept your prayers.
…All that time, and for what? (Okay, I’ll let it go now. It’s not like I even have a choice anyway.)
…Some things are better left in the archives. I could give you a long list.
…I’m counting on my good friend to make sense of things tonight, in the way that only a good friend can.
…Sorry to sound so bitter, but thanks for listening.
…At this point, what have we got left to lose?
…If I ever actually learn to speak Spanish with this app, you’ll be the first one I speak it to.
…It took me a while to get here, but I finally made it. I shoved the fentanyl in a drawer.
…We need some noise. Anything to drown out the hurt.
…It can’t possibly be that complicated. I mean…
…Would it really make a difference if we had more information?
…I’m not sure I want to know. Do you?
…Whatever pseudonym you end up using, make it a clever one.
…Have I told you how much I love Lucy? Right now she looks like a comma curled inside her blanket, twelve inches from my ankle.
…It’s a new year. Best not to let go of that new year feeling of hopefulness. Maybe the start of every month should be the start of a new year. Maybe every day should.
…Bob Saget? Really??
…It’s only day 10, but I’ve been pretty good about sticking with my resolutions. How about you?
The only thing is, I don’t know why I don’t submit anymore.
…Well it happens all the time. Guess I am broken by design.
…“I could not have been with someone who was not a writer.” Joan Didion
…And this…
…Don’t worry, I’ll help you remember.
...Feeling a little blue today, so I'm keeping it short and not so sweet.
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