Reading the unfinished works of Jane

[cassiopaya]

they have inspired me to write more of St. Valentine's Day Massacre...which I have been jonesing to do for a while now.  Working full time has cut into my writing.  Tomorrow I pull a twelve hour shift.  I vacillate from passively suicidal to suicidal.  I can't tell if its my meds or if my meds aren't controlling my depression after Gramps' death.  I miss him a lot.  He comes into my dreams a lot - which i like.  I cry while I'm driving all the time.  I try not to cry at wok.  I think about tearing the phones out of the wall and handcuffing my Grams to the shower door.  Payback is a bitch.

damn, this post turned into a crap shoot.  I need to write more.  This weekend, you should all demand something from me.  Yeah!