i had half the day off and it still feels like the afternoon is dragging. 
it’s hump day. let’s all meet at the bar. i think i’ll take a shot (in the dark) this time.
lately my moods have been swinging like fists in the first round of a sold out fight. 
i’m hoping to get tired and be knocked out by the third. 
it doesn’t matter if i win or lose, at least someone is making a profit. 
i’ve been writing a lot in secret lately. 
it’s not that i don’t want anyone to read it, it just hasn’t felt like my words. 
sometimes if i just let my fingers move, i’ll find out more about myself than i thought i knew. 
what’s right is wrong. 
what’s wrong, i write. 
i’m not sad.
i’m not depressed.
i’m just out of it.