"We are as stones ... cast into a still pond."
everything we do - whether drunk or sober... affects someone else.
I catch myself wondering if she'd want to talk to me if she wakes up.
They told me she'd frozen in the position they found her ...
they had a time strapping her to the gurney for the life flight over to missoula...
all this sh1t floating in and through my brain ...
I have never been able to behave as if everything is okay when it isn't.
But it's okay to feel all this.
So I'm gonna.
don't read if you don't want to - but I gotta get this out
before it builds up or something.
thanks
oh.
forgot to mention -
I just talked to the GM here, and volunteered to work a few extra shifts
if needed
to cover her shifts or her son's
we'll be scrambling people because we're really not a big crew
and these people own several casino's in town.
that's what got me going again.
I sent word to her son I'd come feed the cat if he wanted to split and go to Missoula.