I don't normally do this but if I am writing two in one day, you know something is up.
My head just won't stop. I tried taking a brief nap for my lunch break and it's no better. Instead I had a dream about fish in tanks being dead, lights not working, and my stupid stepfather. Do not look up what dead fish or fish tanks or broken light fixtures mean on dream interpretation sites. Trust me. It only reinforced the idea that my head is broken, my brain is broken, my life is stuck, and things in general suck ass.
I want to cook. I just want to cook things. I want to be in the kitchen experimenting and trying things and making stuff for the pure joy. But even now, cooking has become a chore. Get up, take dog out, stare at screen, do dishes, do laundry, make dinner, do more dishes, go to bed. Literally that's my life 6 days a week. On the 7th I get a break from staring at screen. Oh boy. It's a rut. I can't afford to go anywhere. I can't afford to do anything. Not that it would matter. C doesn't get consecutive days off. You know how fucking hard it is to schedule a life around Sunday and Wednesday off? It fucking sucks. She wants to quit. But she also hasn't taken care of her name. This isn't my fight. I took care of mine. I am not her goddamn parent. I have done everything I could. I tell her I will drive her to the court and stand by her. But I can't fill out the paperwork. I can't submit the forms. SHE has to do this on her own. But this is just one small part of my brain problems. Work. Money. Life. Dog. House. All of it keeps coming down on my head. I tried to get out of town and it was horrible. Bad bad bad. Too much effort for too little payout. Plus these other things are always hanging over me and never letting me fully experience the moment.
We have the concert this weekend. I wish I could say I was looking forward to it. I am once we're inside and sitting down. You know how this goes. My anxiety about driving there, dropping the dog off, finding parking, merch lines, food lines, finding our seats, getting out, driving home, picking the dog up. All of that for what will be 2-3 hours of distraction. Plus this is for C. I literally couldn't name a single song. The lights will be pretty but I will be sitting there the whole time. Now August's concert will be different. I know that music. Smaller venue I have been to multiple times. I know where the parking is. I know where my seats are. I KNOW THE BAND AND THE MUSIC. But can I make it until August? Fuck I don't even know if I will get through today let alone this weekend let alone three more months.
It's raining outside which isn't helping things either. I am so sick of the weather here. I want out. I need out. If I don't get out soon, there's always the shotgun in the other room...
Problems have solutions.
A lifetime of fucking things up fixed in one determined flash.
So much blood for such a tiny little hole.