Stuff and Things

Stuff and Things

Here I sit on a Friday night. Bryan is passed out. Of course we have had an argument. He will wake up and not remember and I will bury some more resentment. I suffer with his addiction and I suffer it completely straight. Why doesn't he have to suffer? He forgets all the idiotic things he says. I don't have that luxury. That's OK, the shittier he is to me, the more art supplies I buy. Pity I don't make the time or have the energy to use them much. I keep buying, though. Hey, maybe art is NOT my hobby after all. My hobby could actually be buying art supplies. A little odd, but I've heard of odder.