MEH

I wrote this last night while pulling what was left of my hair out of my head. I wasn't trying to stimulate hair growth. I was extremely frustrated with the review I had been attempting to write. So much turmoil in my personal life right now and it is starting to seep into my dreams and is playing havoc with my imagination. I'm thinking things are going to be better soon. I have the next three days off from my money job and I think I'm going to submit some work tonight. I need to think beyond the thing that is weighing so heavily on my mind. It is even difficult for the aloof part of me that observes everything to remain aloof and unbiased when it comes to this one event that involves a member of my family. A looming eventuality that I have been dreading for months is finally here and I don't want to deal with it. Usually, I have either the solace of my money job to hide in when the family life is chaotic, and when my money job is driving me nuts I have the safety of my family and home where I lick my wounds and regather my strength. These last few months I haven't had stability in either area. So I'd like to turn to the shelter of my office and the sanctum of my imagination and literature, but even those things are not providing me with the peace and I hate to admit, the escape I desire.
L