I'm burning Black Chamomile oil. It's supposed to help me sleep and detoxify my body. Whatever. I'm losing my mind. This week has been a blur. And I think all my days will be until I go to Wisconsin and then it will start again when I return. Things break. People get sick. I forgot a birthday. I remembered a birthday too early. Payroll. New employees. I have to move out of my house. Changes. Changes. Changes. Must sleep. I'm playing this game again in the morning.
Nobody cries, they just smoke and stare at their shoes.