The Bloody Doors Off

Helluva day. I really hit my stride at work. Fired on all cylinders; didn’t take a lunch but got out on time. Had a decent dinner when I got home.

So why the fuck do I feel empty?

Seriously. I’m not manic tonight. Might’ve fed on that energy during the day, but it was warranted.

This is me at my best, at least at work.

And there’s a great big hole in me.

Change is in the air. Can you smell it?