Monday, May 29, 2017

Why am I not surprised


I recovered my ego a little bit today. I realized it's very hard to satisfy my ego these days. There is no competition you can top. There is no reward when you are the best. There is game, but I just found out it's not necessarily the game I want to play.

Don't ever eat any cheese with fruit juice again.

I have to consider... I still have to consider, dear diary- for me.

A saint has to consider for the saint's self sometimes. This is one of those times.

A long time.

Dear Diary:

For whatever reason, I cannot find out the source of my distress.  The concept of a "carefree day" let alone the remote chances of having one drift farther and farther away every day.

I have to find a way to satiate my bulging ego. I have ( long ) been warned it's what will do me in. But how else am I going feel better about it?

Do I want to go to the woods this weekend?

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