All the Novellas and Criminal Minds I’ve been watching are taking their toll. I had a nightmare last night involving Mexican gangstas. They kidnapped my Lu! Goddamn jerky bastards!
That was the Monk’s father’s favorite curse. That and motherfuckin’ son of a lesbian bitch,
have a certain twisted ring to them that I find useful and horrifying.
Both so insulting on so many levels.
Anyway. I find it fascinating that Criminal Minds is on television at any hour of the day. It’s a horrific show about FBI profilers that you Tearful, would hate but that I find compelling even though it’s giving me nightmares and making me miss all the armaments normally available to me.
Sometimes I’m just not right.
but I don’t judge.
at least not too harshly.
The guilt over leaving my Mom is settling in along with the crazy joy I feel about going home.
This is the hell of it, it all moves into my heart and there ain’t nothing for it.
one more night.
|From Drop Box|