The Bloody Doors Off

Yesterday’s entry took more out of me than I really expected. And I’m on pins and needles because I made it public.

When I’m having a bad day, I tend to internally ask myself how I’m doing, with the answer being: “shut up, if I was fine, I wouldn’t need to check in.” Which is true. The days I don’t even realize I haven’t asked the question of myself I’m obviously having a good day.

This is a very bad one. I’ve asked the question over a half dozen times already.