Kurrs' Digital Tapestry of Words

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The lack of a lovelife doesn't bother me anymore, not directly at least. The simple reality is that I have bigger fish to fry as of late, tragedies that come not single file but in battalions, that the recent sadness that relates to the end of one of my longest intimate relationships kinda takes second-seat. This is not to say that I am fine, or that I don't shake at the sight of her, but neither do I blame my depression on her person nor the artifacts that exist in me because of closure.

I haven't been holding it together, I've let my depression get in the way. Vicious cycle that I won't, can't let get out of control. The show will be good, the Pirate will continue running, I won't lose my house, KMM will continue. These are things that must be, no matter the losses that must occur along the way. No Shambhala, No India. Nine years away from my parents, nine years emotionally married. I won't let it slip now, no matter how close to slipping it might be.

Then, for no reason, I hear my name. I check the doors, front and back, and even answered. Yes? Hopefully, I'm not going crazy, but there wasn't anyone there. At least, not that I saw.

I have to get up in the morning, place orders and do tech, cue-to-cue and then sleep. Work in some food, and that's a day.

Written On: Home Computer
Currently Listening: This Morn Omina - The Drake Equation (album d/l)
Alternative Title: I Fail At Being A Real Theatre Person, Being Sober And All...