It's evening again in America. Today more men and women are unemployed than ever before in the past eight yers. With interest rates at about twice the record lows of 1996, more than 2,000 families today will foreclose on their homes, more than at any time in the past eight years. This afternoon 6,500 young men and women will be married, and with inflation on the rise, they can only cross their fingers and pray they can make ends meet in an uncertain future. It's evening again in America, and under the leadership of President Bush, everone's more content to watch
On one of my errands I surprised myself in a bad way. I realized that I was on edge. This felt a lot like one event back in New Jersey. One early morning I went to a local place called Oscar's to get a roll with scrambled egg and tayor ham. I made a point of saying that there was to be no cheese on it.
Oh goody, I found the original entry. 5th paragraph. Shit, I thought this was pre-heptapod.org but it wasn't. How disappointing.
I paid, picked it up and when I got in the car I discovered they put cheese on it. I lost it and I felt my conscious, rational self being put aside while my crazy self went off on a stream of curses and physical threats. On Sunday I just told someone at Albertsons to go fuck themselves because the self-check kept fucking up.
The whole way home I was shaky and when I put away this week's food I slumped to the floor in the kitchen.
Right now isn't the best time to put things at arm's length and look at them with a rational perspective. My crazy half is screaming over and over again, "You over-exerted yourself! It's just like when you were going to strength training twice a week!" My crazy half is intimating that another breakdown is inevitable.
I'm going to be alright, just gotta make it through the week. Heck I have all of Thursday to myself after visiting the dentist.
