{"id":8683,"date":"2012-04-11T01:27:15","date_gmt":"2012-04-11T09:27:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=8683"},"modified":"2012-11-15T01:59:44","modified_gmt":"2012-11-15T09:59:44","slug":"stuck","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/stuck\/","title":{"rendered":"Stuck"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m thinking of getting a version of this tattoo, just because it makes me smile. I can’t think of anything else to do with myself.<\/p>\n

I am almost a vegetable. I stay up all night doing nothing. When I wake up, I do some more nothing. At 3 a.m. I like to watch a TV show called “Morning Joe,” where a loud Republican guy and a nice blonde woman sip coffee and bicker about politics. At this point, I think of them as friends.<\/p>\n

I’m reading a book called “Seven Choices: Taking the Steps to a New Life After Losing Someone You love<\/em>.” I don’t like any of the choices. I’m nearly at the end, at the part where you commit to being a new person with a future you care about.<\/p>\n

Easter was difficult. I used to love making baskets for my boys. Max believed in the Easter Bunny for an\u00a0\u00a0unusually\u00a0\u00a0long time. This year, I \u00a0\u00a0forced everyone to listen to my story about driving Max somewhere with his friends, who were impressed with his new Motley Crue\u00a0\u00a0 record. \u00a0\u00a0One of them asked where he got it, and he answered: “The Easter Bunny.” No one challenged this. It was such a funny and sweet moment.<\/p>\n

When I don’t write, it’s because I can’t stand to think or feel. I can still waste time at Tumblr though. Have a look<\/a>, if you like. And get back to me about the tattoo.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"