The wife makes insomniac proclamations to herself in the dark, "People who can talk things out, they use their ability to articulate in order to win. Not widen, but win. Every conversation is won or lost. That gets very boring. At best. People who don't know how to articulate, how to think out loud, well they just come out with conclusions, fuck knows how they got there. And if you lost, or were lost, or let go of, in their minds along the way then say la vee. At worst. Which you'd do well to expect, the worst. Either way, people are weapons. And more than not their souls have no licence to carry..."

Since it's too depressing to believe all that, and since I myself can be both those kinds of people that the wife thinks ought be put out of their misery, I proceed as if I do not and am not. I try to be happy. Which I can be, actually, a lot of the time. It's pretty quiet when I'm happy. The house is clean when I'm happy. Bills paid. Nothing making me nervous. Nobody pacing the length of my life like a cage. Including me.

The wife, her inner pablum patter, "Renee Russo is looking great these days, I wonder what moisturizer she uses..."

Tgif, yo. And one week closer to the end of 2014, a steaming dog turd of a year. Every day the primary thing I want to happen is nothing much. When I say I want nothing for Christmas, I really mean it, please Lord give me no more 'opportunities to grow' for this year.  I've been summoned to the President's suite for lunch today and the budget is a million dollars underwater so I hear. My boss looks like he's had a diet mountain dew enema most days, increasingly scrawny and grim. I think selfishly, "I don't want to know what's wrong." But say la vee, they're gonna tell me anyway. (And my card of the day is Death, the card of evolution, oye.)

'Death' - (repost)

Nice of them to feed me an apple and blue cheese salad for lunch while they do, I guess :/