My mother’s bone biopsy is done and now we figure out what’s what. That will happen Thursday. The day of further consternation on the job front. That’s a whole bag of shit right now and I am feeling really uncomfortable and unhappy about it and I’m sorry if other people are, but I am, too. And I’m only focusing on my crap right at the moment.
So. Writing. Doing the retail job tomorrow. Hoping for light and luck and some dumb motherfucker to cut me a break just once.
+500 words of fiction cause I have to write fiction nowadays or I’ll die.