Right now, I know that the next couple of days are going to be rough, and the only thing that I am going to need to get me through to my next day off will be coffee, cigarettes, jazz, and plenty of will power. Monday will not get here soon enough. I’m getting tired just thinking about it.
In the meantime, all that I can do is just keep on doing all of the things that I can do to get through all, of this, whatever this is. All that I hope for, still, is to keep praying for a quiet drama free life. It would be nice, but I don’t think that it works that way.
So it goes. Press on regardless.