God bless whom, dear sir?

I know you don’t think He’s gonna bless me! 

During the night, the database for my own private diary-ho messed up.  I should have known something like that would happen.  Not only did it mess up, but I couldn’t repair the goddamned thing, so I guess it DOES show what I get for thinking.

John, I got your note, and I appreciate it.  You were sweet to leave one.

Sometimes…oh, like RIGHT FUCKING NOW…I get so fed up with my inability to do SHIT right.  Daddy was right when he said I shouldn’t think.  I know what he meant, but he didn’t know how right his actual words were.  That’s what I get for thinking.  Thinking….if I didn’t know, why didn’t I ask?  Who was I supposed to ask?  There’s your fucking question.

I hate myself for being as stupid as I am.

Blah blah.  This is NOT a cry for sympathy.  This is a bold statement of what I know to be true of myself.  If you don’t like it, too fucking bad.  I am a stupid, worthless, piece of trash.  Not worth the effort.  Poor Mikey just hasn’t figured this out about us yet.

Ok, I see that someone in here is rather pissy right now.  Methinks it may have been Oscar typing that above, but I’m not sure.  It’s unclear.  Whomever it was really isn’t having an easy time of it.  I can feel that much.

No need to worry, dear readers, Jack is back.  The Red Menace (above typer) knew how My Mikey, if nobody else, would react to what he was saying, so he scooted over and let me take his place.

It’s 4:44am, and I’m not the least bit tired.  Damned melatonin!  We went to bed rather early last night….about 8:30, I think.  So…I’m up, My Mikey’s in bed, and I don’t know how to pass the remaining time until he awakens.  Soon, I have to update our OD’ers, because I was writing almost exclusively in my private blog, which no longer exists, about things of late.

My Mikey, I love you forever times PI cubed plus one,

Your Jack

I’m off to drink some orange tea.