Whether or not God truly does have His foot on the back of my neck, keeping me pressed face-down into the fetid mire, this is where I am.
My older maternal half-sister visited for awhile today ─ perhaps for as much as a half hour ─ but declining to come into the house. My younger brother was upstairs in his bedroom resting for his usual afternoon foray that would see him ending up drinking somewhere and not returning home until sometimes in the evening.
He emerged from his bedroom soon after she had left to pay a visit to her daughter; and then he left, citing a 2:00 p.m. afternoon appointment of some sort.
It would not at all surprise me if I then spent as many as four hours drinking deep of utter foulness before I finally sought the nap I needed and should have embraced as soon as my brother had gone.
I squandered quite a sunny afternoon by remaining shut up indoors, and I also shunned the backyard toolshed exercises that were scheduled for today. My sole exercising today has been a 6¾-minute plank.
I have nothing more to say. No one as worthless and morally vile as I am should continue to be.
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