Depro

I only post when I am sad. I don't know what to say to this conundrum here. I can either work till 10pm every night at the Q, or quit or Relocate to another Q in another country. Some tough choices. As long as Judi is with me I will be fine.

The Sweet

I'm moving in with Judi tomorrow (Here she is again):



To an amazing block of flats named the Four Seasons. My gawd it will be fantastic. Private parking. A gym and a swimming pool. Free hookers. Well, not the free hookers but the world isn't perfect. Forget about the hookers. All my boxes are packed. Now I must infer with my roomate and get my mother loving deposit back.

Anger

I always identified with the Hulk. Constant rage, bottled up in case the beast is released. Everyday I bury it deeper and deeper, each irritation is another piece of sand in the bottle of pain and... other crap. Asthma pump. Much better. Judi is far away and I will only see her on Friday again. It could have been worse, she could have been gone forever. At least Friday, my angel will return. In the meanwhile, I must store the madness and never release it, least I hurt someone.