I just want to hurt someone when I’m in this mood…

Usually, that means me. But not always.

Went to Bill’s feature at the Hut tonight; got there late and left early. It was good, and his new chapbook is very good.

Could barely speak to anyone, feeling quite anti-social in the most strict sociological sense of the word (read: criminal).

People were kind enough, or my friends were, anyway…I think I was giving off that “edge of the cliff” kind of vibe.

There’s one regular at the Hut I always know I’m one wrong word away from blowing up at. He was there, but he steered clear tonight…it’s not his fault, really; he just embodies things I dislike, and I should be more tolerant of those things. Seriously.

January 16th…the new meds manager appointment. Too much to lay on one day, I know, but hope hangs where it can.

Say it with me, people; say it with me. Hope hangs where it can.

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I’m looking back at this, and I don’t like what I see.

I’m gonna chill out on the blogging for a bit. Need to refocus on health.

Hit me via e-mail if it’s critical– please, no calls for those who do call me from time to time.

I will be better. I have to be.