Versus!

It's difficult to do anything right or to completion. Never mind the volcanoes, hard-to-cross streets, and money-constructed monsters of the corporeal suck. Getting oneself (myself) to do anything is like navigating someone's house in the dark, falling over coffee tables, ottomans, and stepping on pointy things. You'll get more familiar with the layout as time goes on, but you'll be discouraged since that last time where you stepped on a dumb of cords and knocked all that shit (including the lamp!) over. The lights of VCR clocks and three-times reflected street lights on the cups and picture frames are the constellations to navigate by in this domestic war of war on wars (not really a war).

Nevermind the sabotage from inside out, the kind that throws whiskey bottles into your gears and makes every other woman extraordinarily beautiful even after that one takes wonder care of you (and she does).

I'm going to stay with writing lists, making more promises, and keeping the generally accepted definition of party, I think yeah. With more conviction this time.

Practical applications and information to come next time. Soon.