… that I doubt I’ll get any sleep AGAIN tonight. FRANKLY IT JUST PISSES ME OFF. I ASK SO fucking little from the Trust… and maybe that’s my whole problem: I only get what I ask for: so fucking little. & so that’s what I get. More tomorrow. It’s late; I need to sleep.
a blog that is also meant to serve as a recovery journal, for this gay, Quaker, writer dealing with t.b.i., from surviving a hate crime in Sligo, Ireland, on 1.31.99.