i think i’m ready to write again.
i’ve not been able to until today. i haven’t been ready to face it all again. and there is a lot, which is good because my evaporative cooler broke and it’s too fucking hot to move. besides, the computer is in the coolest room of my house at this hour, so win-win.
i’m not sure why i’m ready to write now. i realized while i was running an errand that i feel really uncomfortable. a general feeling of anxiety and i feel uncomfortable in my skin. this could be for a number of reasons, including some of the events i plan to describe today. it’s not been helped by the fact that at least 3 different people unloaded a bunch of vitriol on me; not toward me, but about events going on in their lives, but i can tell it has taken its toll. just unhappy fucking people. and unhappy fucking people are energy suckers.
i’m going back to mexico to describe the rest of the trip, because it will become relevant in another story and plus i still have some processing to do with regard to that trip. besides, it’s a pretty good story on its own.
so brace yourselves, if you plan to read this. it’s gonna be a wild ride.