I woke up to an email I didn’t want to get, from a person I don’t want to talk to. Ever again. I really thought we were past this.
I don’t know why I thought that.
Anyway, in lieu of answering the email, which I’m not going to do, I composed this devastating blog post that would have done nothing but confirm what a small person I am, for anybody who still doubted it. I’ve said it before, nobody becomes a hermit in the desert because of his great people skills. But I do like to pretend I’ve grown at least a little bit in the past half-decade, so instead I went out and did my shit-shoveling and some tractor work and got over it.
That’s therapy I could suggest to somebody else, as well.
That was one of my favorite tunes from the HFO album. Too bad they don’t do it anymore.