So, I'm under a bit of self-created stress at the moment - and since I should be at the office digging myself out of it, I'm at the house writing a blog post - but hey, it's been a long time and I have to wonder if any of you are still out there.
If you can't afford rehab, you can always talk yourself into some Ward Time, right?
Here's the deal: I've been infected with some hella dangerous memes, and I should definitely be quarantined. Unfortunately, society hasn't figured out the meme thing yet any further than the notion of the ones in their social media streams - so they don't see the danger.
How the fuck do you not feel entitled
where #yolo = true
is seemingly accurate?
Can we just throw everyone in Congress that didn't grow up watching Star Trek out on their asses?
Our money is entirely fictional,
look at what we do to each other
for its sake
Can we tax the government for every instance of suffering they allow to occur - sue them for grossly negligent use of funds?
Keep me safe and I'll look away, promise.
Gofundme - scrape 7% off the top of people helping people.
Anyway, the plan was to buckle down at work after the vacation and save up enough cash for evac/rehab. Having failed in that department and instead being addiction's bitch, I now have 4 days to do (conservative estimate) 30/hrs worth of work on risk of termination and maybe 72 hours in which to do it.
Maybe though, termination is exactly what I need. Maybe it's better to drown than keep your head afloat in some waters.
They drilled that 'A mind is a terrible thing to waste' shit into me in the eighties, ACLU probably - and so I have to carry around this guilt that I'm burning up this one struggling to adapt to mediocrity.
One of two things:
Either I have a magnificent mind that's worth something to the right people, and I merely like the social skills and insight to find those connections.
Or
I'm just another yayhoo and you'd be doing us both a favor by varying your stance on palliative euthanasia,..
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