3rd attempt...

despite my utter desire to write about the day that was, each attempt is too open, too revealing, and too close to the surface. suffice it to say, it ranks in the top 5 worst days ever….. ever…. ever….. i can still hear that echo in my head.

for anyone who knows me, and knows where i work, likely you understand, nodding your head. for the rest of my viewers, my apologies at the vagueness i have to cover everything with. it’s difficult to be in such an odd industry. especially in times as they are. 

 … i struggled home at 7, and was never so happy as to get a good lick from the smapp dog. with furrowed brow, i imagine what life would be like without the continuing saga of [the company that cannot be named].