The Bloody Doors Off

If I start screaming, I won’t stop.

My mouse hand is acting up. I can feel stiffness in my fingers. Coupled with a big ol’ fuck-up on the job today, mentally and physically I’m not feeling so great.

A thousand things to do, and I’ve got time for half of them. No time to write.

I need to see the light at the end of the tunnel. So far, just more shadows.

Anyone got a light? A candle would suffice, as long as it’s extra-flamey.