at this point, i am in a place called Stuck.
but summer is sweating along...

i do know that this position i find myself in is slowly bleeding me out. it's sucking what little optimism i have from my bones. i'd gladly endure a safe falling on my head. i could use the rest. 2 days have undone what 8 days off had accomplished. and it seems that at every turn, in every corner, there's someone with a pitchfork, poking me.

not much else to say.