My mind is constantly spinning at 100 mph while my body feels like a sloth. It’s 5am Monday 10/20, and yes, I’m still up.

That’s partly due to the brain spins. The US is a dumpster fire. Will he or won’t he?—die , that is, trump, I mean. Cholesterol do your fucking job.

Yeah, like so many other woke, thinking Americans, I am terrified of what is to become of my homeland.

Personally, I think trump (I never capitalize his name because I have zero respect for this critter) has been given an approximate expiration date from his doctor(s), I think this the genesis of his ramping up the destruction, and chaos, and is why he is seemingly turn a bit introspective, and voicing concerns about getting into Heaven. I know, I know, that’s a trippy sort of statement. After all, he is a textbook narcissist, with the full blown personality disorder, and those creatures never even seek counseling, because to do so would mean that they are questioning their own perfection.

This is all background noise in my current life, and I’m really sick of writing about my constant health, emotional, and financial struggles.

That’s not why I began this blog. My aim was to make it more like a magazine with essays, journalistic articles, and the random venting, in the hopes that my experience connects with others and thus, helps them better cope with their struggles.

Right now, I have so many ideas for blog posts competing with my personal dumpster fires, and my sheer exhaustion. I just feel stuck. And, honestly, that I have more image room left puts a real damper on things. I’m a very visual person and I hate having to constantly reuse the same images.

I could fix that by upgrading to another WordPress theme and plan, but the end of the paycheck arrives so quickly; I just never have the money to do that. plus, I am thinking of moving my domain to Wix.

My image library has a lot in common with the current state of my mind, It feels like a brand new glass bottle of ketchup; the ketchup is so densely packed it just isn’t coming out without first digging that thick, tomato-y goop out with a butter knife.

Many times if I write these little posts, it slows my mind down a little so I can reach out and grab some to write about. This kind of writing is sometimes like the butter knife loosening the thoughts and ideas so that something useful spills out. Other times they are just typing exercises

Later on today, I might learn the answer.

I think I’m exhausted enough to konk out as soon as I crawl into bed.