No Peace for the Wicked

All in all, this past Friday was pretty fucking awful! I'm not inclined to go into details, but things really rattled my already inadequate coping skills in my "isolated" social situation. I spent all day yesterday in bed. (It seemed the wisest thing to do.) Today I blew off church and the gym. I did manage to go into work for several hours, however, and catch up with work I had let slide this week.

All I ever wanted to have was a husband I could love and who loved me. All I ever wanted to do was write things to entertain people and maybe give them something to think about. I never wanted to plumb the depths of drugs, madness, depravity and despair. All I ever wanted was to be at peace.