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30 Days Sober
I went with Flea Market Guy to his AA meeting today. He’s been sober for 30 days. And I think we’ve been shacked up for about 28 of them. A month ago, I had a hard time imagining this day. I was certain he would take a drink. More than once. But he’s been really… Read more
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And So I Jumped…
I got into an argument with my so called “boss” on Friday. I thought as the weekend wore on I would change my mind like I usually do from “fuck you, I don’t need this job,” to “fuck it, just go do the job and get the pay check.” I was wrong. The whole weekend… Read more
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Weeping Toilet Paper Willows
I didn’t write yesterday because I had to recover from the weekend. I went with FMG and his family to the Auburn game. There’s really nothing like college football to get the energy flowing. We have great game days here in Knoxville. On any given Saturday home game you can find yourself surrounded in a… Read more
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Always Working on a Project
Flea Market Guy and I went to the fair. It’s odd how normal things have been. Well, I don’t really know if they’ve been normal, because I don’t think I’ve ever had a “normal” or “healthy” relationship, but the last few weeks with FMG have seemed pretty “normal” and “healthy.” So we went to the… Read more
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Just Write
I would never attempt to call myself the shining example of what a writer is supposed to be. I hardly even call myself a write. But I do try to write daily. I missed yesterday because I ended up going to a poetry slam almost straight from work and by time I got home, I… Read more
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Super Therapist is Closing Shop
I had an appointment with Super Therapist today. I spent 45 of our 60 minutes together bitching about work. I hardly ever talk about work because I rarely let it affect me. Today, though, I had a small panic attack at work. Not the kind that leaves me in tears and unable to breathe or… Read more
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