The memory of smoke

The memory of smoke

Thursday, November 22, 2012

I think I have the best job, as well.

Is it? oh, nevermind of course it is, petty of me to find satisfaction in still being the slimmest of the SILs. Since I am also certainly the oldest, I think I can be allowed this as a guilty pleasure. That I got the best of the brothers I take as given.

Luck comes in all shapes and sizes.

On the other hand, he looks ten years older than he is.

D's oldest brother is a complete asshole, but apparently he's gotten better over the years, which makes me shudder in horror. D handled being around him better than I did, but he brought out the bulldog in me. I have nothing good to think about anyone who could be mean to D, and I was reacting to my own father's abuse still lurking in my own head.

What a prick.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Starving the demon

I did it. Did not feed the Demon, all day. Hard work, and I was tired, but not upset, so it is possible.

Surgeon thanked me, only, by name, which is a first, whatever that means.

Wednesday, November 7, 2012

end of the world

And it started again yesterday. Just two weeks from the last day last time. Dribbling to a close.

Oh, please let this be the beginning of the end.

Friday, November 2, 2012

Getting the evil gits out of my thoughts

There are people around me that I don't want in my head. They don't belong there, and I can't let myself entertain them there any more than in my home. Shoo.

This is going to take some practice.