Lovies.
Brain not working as well as I’d hoped with the newest med addition.
Couldn’t do an editing job. Tore my hair out. Holes in brain. Had to return the job.
Afterwards, in the empty house, I lay on Sophie’s bedroom floor staring at her overhead light, for a long, long time.
I keep seeing the catchphrase “epic fail” these days, and that’s sort of the nasty feeling I’ve got in the pit of my belly.
Going to put the computer away for a week or so.
Going to find some cheap sun and play with the girls and hang out with Mom.
Going to see my oldest bestest friend, who’s got it rough too.
Going to redefine love. Don’t know that it will ever feel the same again. Don’t know that it could.
Going to lower all expectations like a limbo stick handled by the drunk.
Going to keep trying to figure out how I can be useful in this world. How to support my family, and myself, in a different way.
Gotta come up with a new line of work—zero multitasking—and a new line of thinking, with the brain I have now, not the brain I used to have.
Thanks eternally for all of your continued support. You mean the world to me.
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