Seems this old dog can learn new tricks after all! I wrote out in detail my current fiasco, and the more I wrote, the angrier I got. Now let me explain. You might get angry at something, shout and shake your fists. In a while, it's over. Well, let me tell you. When I start to get angry, it's a process. It spools up, like a turbocharger. I think, and it feeds off my thoughts, which are usually dead on, like an inferno. I foment assassination and revolution. i become so angry that it totally consumes me, and I'm in a rage, looking for an excuse. Any excuse. Not so today. I bitched some, listened to some hardcore punk, and then reigned them back in. the heavier dosage of ativan might be helping, after all. Okay, that's it, just wanted to get that down before I forgot it. Because I forget a lot lately. That's another post.
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