The Bloody Doors Off

I still have these.

It’s like a part of me can’t let go.

You were looking for a way out, remember?

Part of me still is. But I’ve got other plans. A job interview. A meeting with my psychiatrist. Too late to back out of those.

Maybe the job will come through. The pay is half what I’m worth, but it would be better than getting government assistance.

Hey, maybe I’ll fall asleep (yeah, right) and things will be better in the morning.

But if it doesn’t get better, tomorrow I just might revisit Ward H.

It’s a good thing I’ve got new pajama bottoms that match the slippers. Unless they changed the color. That would suck.

Enough rambling.