Emotionally Exhausted

And, just by the way, I did talk with Old Guy yesterday evening. There was a lot of crying. And then I put on some sunglasses and went out and ate some yummy oysters. I can't write about it too much just yet, but he was feeling a lot of emotional pain and I think some of it was mine. That made two of us. His, mine, ours... Had it been in person we might have ended up a sobbing heap on the floor. I wonder if an associate therapist would have happened by to tell us to get up from there and get over it. 'Cause, you know, I wonder about shit like that. Welcome to my mind and I hope you've had your shots. Wait... there's no vaccine for this. Sorry. My bad. Carry on.