I'm to the point where doing much of anything seems like a monumental effort. This Summer sucked. The weather was mostly dismal or blazing, yet still somehow dark. Among all the appointment, our youngest cat passed. Then the other had to go to the vet. There were the endless trips of taking the car to fixed. This Summer cost us.
Then the days got shorter & the damn 'Ber months showed up. There was my hellish birth month. It's dark earlier & I've had to get the house ready for Winter. The yard is handled & most of the house is closed up. Each window I closed felt like I sealing myself further into some dark hole. There's no breeze, little light, no fans to buffer noise, it's just grey. Soon, the time change will happen & make it all worse.
2025 is in the top 5 of my worst years. Now this orange stain & his asshat army have screwed up & my benefits will be suspended. His followers have no sympathy, decorum or grace. It'd be nice if there was a plague to end them all. If that happened, I bet they be better treated than they would've treated anyone else.
I'm barely doing anything. If given the option for a good out, I can see myself happily taking it. There are things left for my roomie, but not me. There hasn't been for some time. If all I can muster is just an anxious existence than I'd rather not.
Sorry for the downer.
Cya...
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