Harder than Steel

When I was younger, I would be incredibly destructive when angry. I'd hurt people. I'd break things. I'd get thrown out of schools, classes. I dropped out of college after eight years of awesome classes.

Tonight I was incredibly angry. I'm still angry. But I'm much older, much wiser, much more skilled. No less bitter, much more sad. And so I fixed the drain pump in my friend's drier. I hate hose clamps. But after a couple of hours of brute force, I did manage to get the worst one on. The wrong way.

And so a battle ensued. Another hour, another several attempts later, past the point my fingers could no longer feel, could no longer squeeze the clamps, yet still managed, I had the main hose reattached correctly.

Tomorrow I might finish the job. I'll be up all night. Not enough meds left to force sleep. So next I'll catch up on some other work, maybe, and maybe watch some shows on youtube.

Before the fuckers soldier boy is going off to fight for take them down.