Same old number…

March. On one hand, it’s already March. On the other, is it 2029 yet? It feels like there have been 2,029 days in this year so far. February was too much insomnia, too much homicidal rage, too much…too much. The Etch-a-Sketch brain is being batted around by bored cats. The number of times I have to keep reminding myself of things I need to do and then promptly forgetting is offensive and infuriating. I’m pretty… Keep reading…Same old number…