And I can't smell the roses because every florist in town's shut down. And I can't see the woods for the trees because there ain't any near my house.
Well I watched a documentary on intrusive thoughts, and now keep thinking, if I jump will I be caught by the self-fulfilling prophecy? I am self-indulgent, obviously. EMCs carefree elation, then E empty and scared hibernation. We're building something real here, writing under pressure and it's working. On paper.
And I'd rather be buried in a pet cemetery. Chances are I'd be surrounded by much better company.