A bright room, shared with someone I love. A dark hole, a vast emptiness. A comfortable bed, just enough pillows. A hole, deep and bare. A nice moment, companionship with my love. Terror abounds, I’m more alone than I’ve ever imagined. Leisure time. A punishment most vicious. I watch her at peace, as I crawl
Everyone says things that add up to “good parents let their kids win games” and shit like that. Here’s the thing, though: Somebody has to teach them how to lose, and it shouldn’t be some jackass kid. Last night I played Magic: the Gathering with the Boy for the new series I’m writing for GeekDad
So, work for the season hasn’t picked back up. My boss took Christmas off, and gave us all a holiday. Fun. I had expected to be working yesterday, so when I realized I had the day off (I never thought I’d be sick of days off…), I decided to work on the wedding invitations. I
Reasons the Jailer is wrong: Because I’m worth it. Because I will go out today, even if it’s just a walk. Because I want to be healthy, and skinny does not mean healthy. Because I will only tell the truth, and people can interpret it however they please. Because I can be a good person.
Why bother getting out of bed? It’s not worth it. Why bother getting dressed? You aren’t going out today. Why bother eating? You’ll just get fat. Why bother talking? People will just twist your words. Why bother with manners? People are dicks. Why bother with creativity? You will never be original. Why bother cleaning? It’ll
So, I’ve been playing Minecraft with the Boy over the last couple of days. It is mind-blowing how far that game has come. I’ve been playing since late 2009, early 2010 (not sure of the exact date), and I remember not being able to even find a fucking wiki. Now, the wiki is my kid.
I hate being the awkward person in a conversation. It normally isn’t my problem. Often, I am the life of the party. Not so much lately. I’ve been withdrawn, and haven’t seen a lot of people. People miss me, and I miss them… in a manner of speaking. A couple of new(ish) friends invited Jenny and
Ever since I started taking anti-depressants, I have had a wider emotional range. Mostly, this has meant being sad when people say hurtful things, or getting my feelings hurt when I make an effort and it flops. Some days though, these emotions make me a giant dick. Yesterday, I started the C25K app program. It’s
I stayed up way too late playing Minecraft with the Boy. It was my happy thing to do after I hung up over 45 pictures. Our house is becoming more home-like all the time. Best part of it all? Jenny put up pictures of me! There are honest to goodness pictures of my high school
First of all, I have a migraine. That’s your number one. I’m going to share an awesome image I found somewhere on the internet. Every one of these applies in one way or another. Have fun reading my borrowed words:
