I awoke at 5am… hungover emotionally and physically. Angry. Foggy grief as I look at your photo… wanting to use this anger to fuel my day.. and barell through it – but once I stop… then I collapse…

Gay pride – ugh… meeting people I haven’t seen since your death… wanting hugs – wanting to do a “Me Too” I have problems too.. and you know – I don’t care. I don’t care… high / low events… Grab a bottle and watch Miss Marple.. everything get’s solved in the end.

10:30… how long will I last today?