Brother had MRSA. That was crazy, he had a huge chunk of his bicep cut off and had to pack it with gauze. He seems to be doing better though.
Excited for the new basketball season.
Going back to school soon but I realize I don’t even have the money for books. It seems like success in this life is like a rollercoaster ride but outfront every sign reads "must be this wealthy to ride."
Trying to be less negative but it’s hard when you see your family, neighbors – everyone you’ve ever cared about being ground to dust by the same broken system. Then you realize it’s going to be your fate too. Then for an extra dose of existential dread realize it’s probably the same fate for your child too.
That’s when I feel the urge to numb my feelings. So I can just have one good day before going back to the regularly scheduled program of crap. Still haven’t though, coming up on eleven years in January.
Just exhausted.