So, sitting here for two days, trying to think of anything, anything at all, at least marginally worth writing, the black wave caught up to me again. And today I just have to get out of this fucking house, even though it means going outside when the sky is that threatful shade of cloudless, carnivorous blue. I don't know where we can go. You don't go to the shore on a Sunday, and thank you for that, tourons. And there are not many options in Providence.
But at least I will not be here.
This is the month we were supposed to be leaving Rhode Island. Now, I'm hoping maybe in October. Autumn is a nightmare barreling towards me.
And tomorrow is the day that tomorrow is, and yeah, that's part of this. Not all, but part.
For many years I was afraid I was missing out on something, not having a smartphone. I wasn't. It's just another annoying gadget in a life already clogged with annoying gadgets.