Still

Still starting here, so much water under the bridge it carried the bridge away. Still too tired for serious babbling, still should be sleeping. Still backdating entries to not skip days, but still writing just after midnight more than any other time. Still eating too much and too much in the carb family with too much fat sauces. Pasta is cheap. Canned pasta is easy. Still loving the job even as it sucks more time out of my days than ever. Still seeking balance. Still in the ghetto, five shootings in five nights this week. Still in the dump with Eb and he's still as messy and unclean as ever. Worse in the bathroom lately as he's taken to peeing on the seat at least daily. The bleach sprayer is always at hand. No wonder he's alone. So what's my excuse?

Still dreaming more than doing, still waning in my belief in humanity, still trying to hang on to hope. Even if it's illusion. Still reaching out, however oddly. Still hoping you read, click on the links, and enjoy. Still hoping you let me know. Still here, even if...

Narf :)