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Suitcase Blues
Good grief, this fucking week.
The week kicked off with a misunderstanding that could have cost me some friendships.
Then it leveled off for a couple of days.
And then Thursday showed up. Woke up to a text from a dear friend, telling me that her husband had had a mental inquest warrant dropped on her a little while ago. This, of course, is not good. And I'm having some problems seeing the justification. He's emotionally manipulative (and, well, yes, takes one to know one), and I can't see this as anything but an attempt to hurt and/or control her.
Five hours later, we learned that Prince was dead. 2016 keeps on taking the best ones we have.
Three hours later, the first of two finals for the semester and I don't feel good about it at all.
Fuelling up this morning, "Highwayman" came over the store's PA speakers, and I kinda felt a little better.
The week kicked off with a misunderstanding that could have cost me some friendships.
Then it leveled off for a couple of days.
And then Thursday showed up. Woke up to a text from a dear friend, telling me that her husband had had a mental inquest warrant dropped on her a little while ago. This, of course, is not good. And I'm having some problems seeing the justification. He's emotionally manipulative (and, well, yes, takes one to know one), and I can't see this as anything but an attempt to hurt and/or control her.
Five hours later, we learned that Prince was dead. 2016 keeps on taking the best ones we have.
Three hours later, the first of two finals for the semester and I don't feel good about it at all.
Fuelling up this morning, "Highwayman" came over the store's PA speakers, and I kinda felt a little better.
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