I came here with something to say but it seems I’ve forgotten what that may have been.

In the haven’t-slept-all-week haze of depression and disappointment I find myself distant.

I have an alarm set for early tomorrow so I can start the whole process again.

Wake.  Grieve.  Move.  Live a little, die a little more.

Rinse.  Repeat.

Maybe I’ll have something better to say tomorrow.