Another day where I’m left wondering how much of what I’m thinking about right now I can realistically fit into an hour’s conversation, especially since it’s related to the email I sent you which we didn’t get to discuss this week, but it’s a different topic altogether.
I also feel like I’ve hit a brain block and the recovery I ultimately want seems impossible. I concede I could just be being fatalistic, though. As the saying goes, it always seems impossible until it’s done. I hope that’s the case with me.
Just for fun: if I was allowed to live with you, would you indulge me if I wanted to watch stuff like Ghost Hunters and true crime documentaries? Not that I’ve even noticed a TV in your house, come to think of it. You’re probably too busy to justify having one.