So I'm up this morning, unable to sleep anymore.
Because I feel like a bum.
I'm in an apartment that I paid for, in a city because of a job at a very well known and respectable institution that still wants me even though I'm an alcoholic, on a trip that I paid for, using electricity that I paid for. I have a service commitment in a city where I barely know anyone. I have a washer and dryer and laundry detergent.
And I still feel like a bum.
This is my disease.
He talks to me, his name is the same as mine.
Seems creepy.
Wonder what God thinks of all this.
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