Even though it hid a lot of blemishes and gave me the appearance of having an upper lip I decided that I don’t want to die a bearded man, so I shaved yesterday. It was a symbolic move that reminds me that I can’t go back in time and make things okay. It has been ten weeks now and I am still extremely sad and angry, and haven’t been able to change that no matter what I do.
I need to get my financial documentation in order as soon as possible.
Don’t read those sentences and think that I plan to off myself soon, but there will be a day, most likely due to cardiac failure, that I will be gone. Oh how ironic it will be if I die of a literal broken heart.
The four segment trip I was hoping to accomplish next week has hit some snags. As the GPSs say, “Recalculating…”
I solved today’s Wordle in three attempts; my starter today was CLEAN