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Book Seven: Reconstruction 2020

by Park Row Fallout

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February 17, 2020

Monday: February 17

Today feels like an important day in history. Like some battle of something. I know it is President’s Day but… I just get the feeling it is something bigger. 1801 Thomas Jefferson is elected th...


February 16, 2020

Yes, I'm bitching

So… my mind has not been my friend these last 34 hours. I keep wondering… how am I so easy to not care about? I mean… Martha knows me better than every other human on this planet. We’ve been to...


February 15, 2020

Yeah

She’s safe. She returned. She says that she drank too much to drive home. She also says they never even got to the movies she brought over because they talked so much. She also says that they...


February 15, 2020

Oh...uhm...well

Last night, Martha had to leave for her date as soon as I got home. I took Nala for a VERY FRIGID hour long walk (as she had not been walked since Wednesday) Played tug and chase with Nala for ab...


February 14, 2020

Academic Cinematic

Perhaps this would be best placed in the intellectual book that I don’t write in much anymore, but I feel that this is less purely academic and more hobby-academic so why not place it here? That...


February 13, 2020

Fun Photo

Since my last entry talked about my puppy I wanted to share an adorable photo of her from last night. I was sitting in a chair next to the couch as Nala had taken my seat when I went to the bath...


February 13, 2020

Consider this More Summary

Nala has entered a weird and bullshit stage in her development. I suppose I could blame Martha but it seems far more appropriate to blame Nala herself. So… when I’m at work… Nala is bored to te...


February 12, 2020

One More Time

It is funny. This has been a remarkably mild winter compared to last year. The snow, the cold, the… everything. It was consistently brutal last year. This year it keeps being VERY inconsisten...


In truth, I wasn’t going to write this. In truth, I was going to start writing more private entries. Because processing in public can be helpful but when people who I have deeply trusted for a ...


February 11, 2020

Tuesday and Random Bits

RANDOM BIT ONE I went to bed last night at 10:00 p.m. When I woke up this morning, my legs were in pain and my back felt like someone had used it for accordion practice. In short: LOTS of pain. ...


February 10, 2020

The Talk

So… it didn’t take long. I came home. Pet the dog. Showed Martha that I bought stuff for dinner. Then she discussed how all she had done today was homework for her Biology lab because it took...


Before I get to the survey: (1) I am telling Martha to get an apartment and get a separate bank account by March 1st. I imagine this will go one of two ways, because that is Martha all over. E...


February 10, 2020

Let This Be Stated

This shall be a recap of my weekend and an ongoing narrative of thought from today. However, before I continue, I shall state that which has been obvious but not shared in such specific wording:...


February 09, 2020

CP&W

Barometric Pressure. Snow. Cold Temperatures. My body hasn’t been doing great. Case in point? Today I wanted to wake up and get stuff done. I went to bed at about 1 a.m. last night (this mornin...


February 08, 2020

It Cuts Both Ways

One thing that is valuable about Martha is that she is very frugal. The other thing about that is… frugality is not, in and of itself, a value. Buying a $10 pair of shoes may SEEM like a good d...


February 07, 2020

Friday

I woke up at 2:30 to the dog whining. I got up to let her out and she ran to her toys and started chewing on her nyla-bone. Okay. Whatever. You go ahead and chew on that, I’m going back to be...


February 06, 2020

Good Bad

Good: It seems that my work for this week is entirely completed Good: That means I got to catch up on Prosebox book marks! Good: That means I got to review the upcoming stuff! Bad: February 20th...


February 06, 2020

Thoughts from the Morning

Last night’s dreams were… steamy… and unsatisfying. Obviously I’ve been a bit “randy”. I’m trying to focus on being productive, getting work done, being independent. Hell, when I got home last ...


February 05, 2020

Notes

Note 1: I did not have sex last night. Honestly, I don’t want to confuse the issue any more than it already is. Because I still honestly think Martha hasn’t quite accepted or figured out the si...


February 04, 2020

Slightly More Personal

Crikey, I’m tired. I shouldn’t be. Well, I shouldn’t be and I should be all at the same time. You see, yesterday was a big long day with lots of productivity. Basically it was like shower, wo...


February 04, 2020

A Brief

Can’t write much at the moment. Morning looks to be productive but the same can’t be said confidently about this afternoon. So may write more later. But bloody hell! If I was embarrassed of Io...


February 03, 2020

Cue The Mamas & the Papas

For those too young or too disconnected from the music of the late 1960s, The Mamas & the Papas sang the song “Monday, Monday”… as today is Monday, the title is merely a convoluted way to tit...


February 02, 2020

A Needed Statement

I get it. I shouldn’t care what people think, what people say, or how people view me. That shouldn’t be something that I care about in the slightest. I understand that intellectually. But if ...


February 01, 2020

Sixty Second Saturday Summary

So… I called in to work on Friday. I had spent Thursday night coughing and hacking and I figured with how crazy busy February is going to be for us… calling in on a slow day would be smarter for...


Y’all have been prolific today… which I find interesting. I’ve never really “charted” the active times for people on Prosebox but it is interesting that a day where I really have stuff to do all...


Book Description

I was 20 when I first started taking pills that let me see the world with a little less pain. A few months after that, I met a woman that I thought was beautiful and interesting. When I was 26, I proposed. We married when I was 27 and moved to Omaha. That is where our marriage ABSOLUTELY fell apart. That was 2011. For the last many years; I had been trying to salvage the marriage. At the end of 2019, I told my wife that we needed to separate. This year we file, she moves out, and I try to figure out how to get my shit sorted.