lessgravity

Yesterday passed without all that much bellowing from the beast in his forsaken dungeon. Thoughts about drinking, not drinking, came and went like thoughts about eating, not eating, calling my mom, not calling my mom, returning a work call, not returning a work call, etc, et al, ad infinitum. I just felt like a guy who doesn’t f**ing drink.

So the beast slept. He may have tossed and turned a couple times, but he barely walked the length of his cage. He’s resting, waiting. I’m not foolish enough to think he’s changed his mind about a damn thing. Or that he’s going to give me a nice, deserved break. He’s there and he’s not going away any time soon. I’ll be listening for him though. And I’ll be ready when he wakes.

- the obstacle is the path -