I'd like to start off this post (which really, isn't too far after the last post) with a Venn Diagram. But I don't have one.
I popped over a did a few paragraphs in the other book for a bit, but I found that what was rattling around in my head was not so much shit that was ripe for that book, but rather shit that just needed to be out of my head.
I have to say that it's amusing to me the number of people lighting off their shitty roman candles while there's thunder and lightning...um. Hello? Mother Nature will trump you every time, Dude. Seriously.
And there goes the NewsChannel 4 Alert. Thunderstorm blah blah blah for Franklin County until 2AM. Yes. We know.
Ok...seriously...the mo'fo's in my neighborhood need to stop with this bullshit at 11. I still have to get up and go to work.
I'm going to try to just chill out here until I feel the first drops.
Wouldn't you know it, as soon as I typed that, the first drops hit.
It's now about 30 minutes later and I'm back. Had to make sure the tarp was secure over the generator.
I'm so sick of this.
See....this. THIS is why I'm happy I left F**ebook. Because if I expressed angst in anyway, people would try to cheer me up. And cool. That's fine. I appreciate that. Except when I don't. There are times when I just need to feel THIS for a while. This shit. This discontent. If only to know that I don't want to feel it long term. There is a natural process for me. I try not to wallow in it (anymore). But I am sick of it.
Sick of this power outage. Sick of certain elements in my...well...that's probably a story for another time. But suffice to say, I am working through some things and planning some changes.
Now if we could get this fucking power back on pleasekaithanksbye.
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