Twitter: Prolonged Grumph in Book Two: The Fifteenth Year of the Third Millennium of the Common Era

I hate to say it but… when you add this renewed marital strife to the other anxieties I’ve been feeling… I am getting exhausted by anxiety and depressed at my powerlessness. Yes, I have plans. I always have plans. But plans contingent upon other circumstances. Exam… plans contingent upon results. Job… plans contingent upon exam. Home… plans contingent upon exam. Marriage… plans contingent upon Monday/availability and convincing the wife to come with me.

The whole thing has me so… kind of depressed that I couldn’t even comment or feel joyful about a picture of my niece that my sister in law posted on Facebook today.

With all that… it means that as I stare at my ever increasing list of bookmarks… as much as I love you guys and genuinely want to know what is going on in your lives… it is difficult for me to keep focus. I start reading an entry and my mind shorts out and I start again and.... yeah. More of me being a shitty Prose Box friend. Which is really shitty because Prose Box friends are some of the few friends I remain in contact with. And, for too long, have been the only friends willing/able to listen to issues of merit.

Last updated January 04, 2016