July 2, 2019
Tired and another limp and late assignment submitted. This endless, peerless, paltry pastime is losing my interest; the downside ramps precipitously and before I know I have washed out, been strewn or extruded, it doesn’t really matter which, I have no idea where I am or what I am. It would make a difference if I could see change, or a path, or progress, but even walking these ideas around, my head is lost in some cloud looking for a distraction to get me out of this hell. And I write, and wait, for a message reminding me to reboot.