The Ramblings of One Who Tried and Failed
Welcome to my newest attempt at self-expression and omphaloskepsis. I am not sure where this is going, as I don't know about the next thing I am going to do, including inhaling. Scared? Only when I stop ratcheting and gyrating to try to accept that I am alone, and will likely be alone the rest of my life. This kind of reduces my overall zeal to stay on the planet. I am just mindlessly putting foot in front of foot, hoping it doesn't take me into traffic. I am concerned about my driving of late. Problem is, I don't want to slow down and be one of the other coffer corpses that litter the highway. Right now, my hands are pretty steady. Tomorrow they may be less so. Is my tremor from alcohol (don't think I do that much), or is it some Parkinsonian adjacent degeneration? Shit, I don't know, and don't know whether I will talk to Emily about it whenever we are supposed to get together (later this month; don't remember when). I am giving this first ramble up early,...