Ya Know...

that kind of shit she gave me tonight is exactly the kind of shit that I've been fighting for the last 6-7 months.  That's the kind of shit that keeps me down.  It's the kind of shit that sometimes I can blow off and sometimes I can't.  Generally I guess it depends upon what else, if anything, is going on and/or how long I've been biting my tongue since the last incident.  I understand a lot of it, and it's like I've always said - I don't give myself much of a leg to stand on and I don't.  And besides the last 9+ years total, specifically just about everything I've tried to do over the last 10 months has either been fucked from the beginning/bad idea/etc or I somehow fucked it up in the process.  So whose fault is that?  Mine, of course.  And I don't say that sarcastically.