I thought I had found hit a decent save point so that when I slipped up again, I wouldn’t wind up back at the beginning. I’m not necessarily back at the beginning. But it sure feels like I’ve achieved so precious little. Some of the barriers I had thought were no longer obstacles are suddenly as formidable as ever. I need to come up with some sort of alternate arrangement. Things are not going to work out like this if I’m ever going to get anywhere. I need more eggs for these baskets. The moles just come too fast.
Hard to fulfill all the promise you had when you’re the one that’s broken.
Times like these, specifics don’t make anything better. The lies come easier. And smoother.
Brain, you have accumulated a fair amount of vacation time, and I do not wish to discourage you from using it. But it is very inconsiderate of you to just not show up and shoot me an e-mail saying you’re off to Winnipeg when you know damn well that there is a critically important meeting on the schedule. Not cool, brain. Not cool.
It’s so much easier to say nothing at all. And I think that I’ve done that quite successfully.
I’m talking a lot. But I’m not saying anything. Qu’est-ce que c’est?
Turn me over.