Nothing from this new world makes sense. THERAPISTS don’t know how to spell their name. That’s just my take, otherwise known as my life. Fox, or WGN, is showing the weather. Foster Care might make life easier for 2-year olds. I don’t think there are 14 teachers in this school , which has no need... That’s just my opinion.
People are regularly losing ... At, well, .... what do you call it? Daytime baseball, I suppose. I still hate the usual baseball - nothingness. I still hate most of the concern that has nothing to do with any of the sports I feign interest in. I don’t like football, or baseball, or most things that have anything to do with interaction.
Commercials on WGN or Fox or whatever I have on television suck. In case you’re curious. This nonsense is still on tee-vee. I have a permanent headache and nothing gets rid of my headache. It’s 12:40 in the asternoon and I have NOTHING to kill time-wise for the next 20 minutes until my next hour-long class of pain before I hate this place even more and someone I don’t care about gives me a half-hour painful ride home.
Some actions, some ideas, some thoughts, are loud, and HURT. they are louder than other thoughts, other ideas, other actions.
Everyone is about to go to lunch, except for the two people in the two beds, and me. I’m still writing and venting. Nothing ever changes.
There’s too much time to kill, and too much nothing to do. Such is my life.
