Sleepwalking my way through life: "I'm in way over my head."



"I'm in way over my head."

The morning after.

A false statement if I ever wrote one.

The afternoon after.

Not the same ring, but it's the truth.

I have a meeting tomorrow. Do I want it? Of the two paths, one looks less and less appealing with each second.

I can avoid one path easily enough. But another isn't gone yet, it lingers on the edge of sight, ready to unblock itself from passage.

I'm in way over my head.

Dutch courage isn't really courage. Dutch courage is stupidity that gets things done.

You fucked things up now. I'm fucking kicking.

The universe has an awfully twisted sense of humor. I agree, under different circumstances this would be hilarious.

But these are my fucking circumstances.

Nice guys finish last. Really? For truthsies?

I'm going to be lucky if I goddamn finish.
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