Again, some that I know, unfortunately, that go on about how hard they work… seriously funny, and pathetic.  How pathetic they are makes it funny.

Staring at an email like I can’t read, or like it took a personal shot at my mother.  Am I reading this wrong?  It does’t say anything heavy, or even important.  AT.ALL.

Do I even know what I’m doing in this job, really?  I did amazing at the last telecom, even when going through all the divorce shit, but this just feels off.  Wrong.  Like I’m from somewhere else and don’t speak the language.  Fake it till you make it, yeah okay if it were that fucking easy.

Like I’m in a bunker, made of post-it notes from the 90s or something.  This won’t hold.  It’ll give any day.

Oh my god Mike, shut the fuck up.

Self-doubt, you greasy goblin.  

Ignoring it.  Enjoying the night here in the VV home, laughing at some.  Tried talking to my kids, but…..

Another glass.  And some dinner.  Nurse told me she already ate and to not wait for her.  Not going to push back, following orders.

Yes, that was a pun.  Wonder if anyone caught it.  I fucking hate puns, but that one wasn’t bad.