My sanity, but a crewmate that tends to the broken ship of my psyche amidst the storm of Confusion, I am moored to Reality through the anchor Responsibility; even as an ocean of chaos pulls me further into the abyss of Despair. The anchor is heavy, for there is much that is worth doing. The waters, a bitter pool of fear roll into waves of regret that crash against the shores of Hope and leave broken Apologies in the wake.
The minutes pass by slowly. The years are racing on. The clock is ticking. My heart beats sluggish in my chest. I cannot keep hold of these thoughts; they wander into oblivion and beyond. I wonder where my dreams have gone.
So last month it was catching up to latest issue of Berserk in three days and this week I've made it to the sixth season of Red vs Blue. I think it's time I admit that I have issues with binging stuff....not that I'm stopping anytime soon.
That feeling when your outside with your three foot lizard, someone comes over and what does he do? Hide under your butt. "Yeah I'm sorry. He's three feet of shy."
My brain feels like it's been wrapped in plastic wrap and I overslept so my brain is also super foggy. Work on Posts and CSs is slow, if progressing at all today