Navel Gazing

Above is a day of grievances written by my younger son against my older son.  Those things didn’t happen quite like that (if you can read them) but sometimes you just want to feel like shit and blame everyone else.  I’m about there tonight.  I know there are terrible things in the world and problems worse than mine.  I know all of that business.  But damn.

My head hurts and I got a parking ticket and I think maybe my poems are not very good and I wish it were friday but if it were friday I’d be even more behind than I think I am.  And I hate money and I love money.  I”m giving it to myself–a night of absolute self pity and nonsense television.  I’ll be back on the productiveness wagon tomorrow morning, son.  Let me be.