The Bloody Doors Off

This should be the final month of my bankruptcy. I haven’t heard officially yet, one way or the other.

It’s driving me mental Like being in purgatory; you can see your version of Heaven just off on the horizon, but you can also smell the sulfur wafting behind you. And you don’t want to turn around, even for an instant, because Azazel might be reaching out with a clawed fist.

I’m trying to stay positive, yet am acting pragmatically. My Trustee said back in May that I didn’t have to record my expenses this month, but I’m doing it anyway. 2014 started out total shit, but the spring’s been good to me. Summer could be the same. But I’m still waiting for shoes to drop. I even had a moment today that reminded me of the slide I was starting this time last year. I don’t want to go there again.

Please.