Tragic's Wake

I’ve been neglecting this site. Oops? Really, I’ve just been incredibly uninspired.  I’ve had a lot of crap going on but it’s all been such normal mundane junk that I haven’t got the wherewithal to bore you to tears with the intricacies of bullshit, truly. It’s so much normal ‘life’ stuff that I don’t even consider it a story, just utterly mundane. Some of… 

You wake up in the morning, you start to rinse a few plates, make a snack for the kid, throw on some laundry, chat about an upcoming book report, start peeling veggies for supper, take a few calls from the fam jam, shoot off a dozen texts to check in on the extendeds–you’re day is fucking gone and you’re falling asleep in your tea and your fingers are too bloody numb to type.

I’ve been out a few times with TGrrl but we’ve done nothing of note because we’re not allowed to do much of anything, we go out, sit on the sidelines and watch everyone else trip the light fantastic. Our time will come but its still too soon. We’re both still too tired to do SFA so we grab a cab home and fall down as exhausted as Japanese prizefighters, those fuckers work, for real.

I’ve had some artistic inspiration but yeah, time, it’s where? Mhmm, that’s it right there. There’s no time for bloody anything.

I saw Dr G today though, that kicks the back-end! G says I really dodged the bullet, the same shit that he and half a dozen other pros have been telling me since the big gut rending surgery back in March. Deal is: none of them have been able to surprise me with anything they’ve said. For so many years, I begged and pleaded for them to do something. I fought so bloody hard and what? They told me it was bullshit. They put me off, they said I was exaggerating. But Dr G, now he gives me the details and I did know, I really did and I almost puke as he’s telling me. Not because it shocked me but as I’ve said, I knew and nobody gave a shit.

So there’s all of that. I’ve got some other ideas and thoughts spinning in there that need to break out of this brain trap but I haven’t the time because its nearly 3AM here right now, I have to be up and running early tomorrow for a kindergarten orientation thing and still, I’m moving at a blinding lightning speed. I haven’t got time to wipe my ass so it’s a good thing I don’t have any need to ever again have a good stinky crap, ya think?

In a bit chicklets, I gotta squish in a few hours of snooze then I’ll organize my idiot life so that I’ve got more than five minutes a week for myself. Ta-ra!

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