The Divine Mr. M

~It's down to 73° now and the air coming out of the swamp cooler is cold, but I'm letting it run, making the house cold. We have one more day of this heat wave [103° today, down from a 106° prediction] and then we're done. High 90's for the rest of the week, which is the usual around here and we can handle that easy.

Been sleeping through most of it. Just as well as we're broke as fuck once again at the end of the month. /sigh

I should be writing. Well, writing more. I have been scribbling a lil bit on the Liber and a few short stories. I never really stop writing, even if it's just trolling assholes on the Internet. LOL

Not much else to talk about. Just getting by and watching The Donald wreck the GOP and the Dem Civil War heat up. Life in The Desert.

...and there ya have it.

~On this day twelve years ago, my new life, my present life, began....

I wrote that just as I woke up. I had planned an extensive post on all of this, but as I went through that September's LJ entrees...well, I suppose it best not to reopen those wounds too much. Things like this line I wrote just few days before, “I am keeping in mind that I was attacked here because I was happy and that threatens the status quo,” drove that home. And then, a week after the blow-up, "...this whole nightmare is...well, the awfulness of started to sink in finally. I was doing so good. And those fucking monsters simply could not allow that."

It reminded me of how fucking evil Melvin is and how toxic Mumsie had become and some things that have I 'recovered' in the past year now explain that to me and why it was required that I be suppressed. I had expected to just 'live with' these things because I did not want my father to have to deal with them. Too painful and I didn't want to upset the peace we'd finally established. But he is dead now and decisions have to be made....