soooooo much stuff going on...
i won't bore you with all the details,
although, that's what makes these things interesting sometimes.
work stinks with a capital SUCKS...
but someone waved a magic wand yesterday
and accidentally made a very very difficult situation a lot easier
specifically for me. and that /rarely/ ever happens.
there was definitely a major recoil in the wand shot as a result.
still, i'm overwhelmed with my current workload,
more than i have been in quite some time.
with just one less thing to worry about...for now.
my youngest daughter...
suffice it to say, the people around her
are very quickly and almost stealthily
sucked into her vortex of madness and insanity.
before you figure it out
there's nothing left but a dissipating heat marker
of a life that once was.
between these things i have no time for my muse.
i'm jonesing for some srs lust and affection;
the one drug that's kept me somewhat sane
during the onslaught of senseless folly
and delusions of control.
she /is/ an oasis, a refuge, a respite.
for the minutes, the hours, a temple.
onward and upward.
just keep moving forward like a bulldozer.
steady, no stopping, wavering, or staggering.
this is my job, my duty, my reason for being.
my answer to the age-old existential question;
why i am here