...at least for another day.
Despite considerable provocation, I did not curse anyone out today, did not vent my anger on either the deserving or the innocent.
Nor, despite an overwhelming desire to do so, did I break down and write explicitly about those things that continue to hurt me the most. The secrets of my empty life remain secret.
I did not weep. I did not pop open the single-malt and drink myself into a stupor. In fact, I didn't even touch the single-malt, or any other liquor.
I wanted to do all these things. But I didn't.
The act of not doing them has exhausted me.
That is all.
Oh yeah: hang in there, Saddam.
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