I dont know about you, but to me coping lately means just waiting, and hoping and praying and eh you get the idea. But I do wonder, am I the only that does this or are there are others like me too smart to expose themselves yet quietly sniggering or agreeing as they read my consistently whiny tone? Its been a day of discomfort of the knowledge that the chair I sit on is in fact a back of a turtle moving me oh so slowly from reality, and what seemed to be looking at a monitor was in fact a hazy illusory dream. Huh? Make sense? Thats the question, I asked at the end of each day, and each moment, and each part of my life.
What can I count on? Disillusion or the illusion that I am making progress? Either way, I stand still, and just cope.