A Show of Hands

I will be going to the doctor tomorrow, I think.

I have a couple days off, which sucks, but it might be good.

There is so much running through my head - it was a pretty dark weekend.

All I know is I see no future.

Or at least all the futures I see are pretty dismal.

It's not like I am planning anything drastic, I just happen to feel a bit like a fortune teller and every fortune that pops up concerning me is not so fortunate.  I am okay with that (I've been resolved to it for decades - outside of the bright bits of light I experienced from 2009 - 2015).  

Oddly enough, it was right about then that the real bleakness began.

Good news or no good news, there is pretty much no outcome I will be pleased with.  I wish I were oblivious.

Maybe I am.