so yesterday: put some time in at the office, volunteered a bit, headed out for a drink, called the darling boy with birthday wishes and, after hanging up, proceeded to grow angry.
everything's a trigger. there is no place for that story to "begin".
i eventually hopped a train and grabbed a cab home. passed out on a couch upstairs.
choking on restlessness. anxiously watching ennui pool. this is fuckin' ridiculous.
love and pleasure abound. i don't know how such small things are managing to overshadow them. rather, i don't know why.
i do this to myself. same as always.