If I find myself listening to “Blasphemous Rumours” and cry.
Or Listening to “Halo” and cry.
Or listening to any one of their other songs and cry.
Or a song by anybody else and cry.
For the record none of this is part of my battle plan.

My mom was shopping at the store I used to work at. I still don’t wanna step foot in there until next month. She said some workers were complaining about some worker with a drippy cart. Maybe it was chicken blood. I remember when that used to happen to me. ūü§Ē That is something I don’t miss.

Who knows maybe I can endure another job somewhere else for 3 months or more?