Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Day 207: Every Fucking Day Of My Life

Some people self medicate with drugs. I self medicate with television, books, kanji, and now crossword puzzles. The day flew by as I stood (leaned heavily against the register) and worked on a few crosswords. It makes the harsh reality of where I am that much harsher when I have to pause in my scribbling to ring up a customer.

Despite all my bitching though, I realize I have it better than others. I was softly crying at 11 last night while watching the documentary Every Fucking Day Of My Life. I read the synopsis of a woman and her son being sentenced to 10 years and 5 some-odd-years of jail for killing their husband/father and I thought "Well, as far as killing someone that isn't that bad". But when you watch the movie and see the evidence of how horrific a person?...thing?...that dude was, it just seems so wrong that these two people who were finally able to escape are just sent to another jail. At least one that is more humane.

Through that movie rec. I have been downloading documentaries galore and can foresee what a portion of my next two days, my days off, are going to look like. Nothing is better than a well done documentary, better than any fictional story and hells know I love me some fiction.

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