August 15th, 2001


*tick* *tick* *BOOM*

Ever have one of those days where you just feel like you're trying to balance on a slope that is eroding beneath your feet...and you're carrying a bottle of nitroglycerin? Or that you've been asked to hang onto a primed grenade?

Those are the *tick* *tick* *BOOM* feelings. Your world is falling apart again, and there's nothing you can fscking do about it. You deal with it, and hope you can find a way to put the pieces together.

It was one of those days where the bright spots were few and far between. I have this suspicion my demons masquerade as my typists when I'm feeling fine, because I got no work done today on the major project. And as the demons are too busy tormenting me to get any work done,

Got a couple minor warm fuzzies today, but it wasn't enough to fight back the darkness, and that is what I'm worried about.

Because it's only a matter of time before the grenade goes off, only a matter of time before I lose my footing and the nitroglycerin explodes. I'm trying to avoid it for as long as possible, but it may be unavoidable.
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