Sometimes I Wonder How I Do It

Right now my mind is a little numb. Little by little, I have been cleaning up the house. Today, I was organizing my room. It fascinates me how long I tolerated the bullshit in my house. I have not found anymore pills in the house. This is good because that was driving me nuts. The other thing that was driving me to drink were the cigarette butts. I find those at random. There is a pile of them under the fridge. Supposedly, my house was a mess and he tidied it up...it is clean now that I had an opportunity to clean up the place. The file cabinets are cleaned up and the paperwork is in one pile. Everything is back where it belongs. I have been throwing away everything from my past relationship that was cluttering up the room. In my spare time, I have been writing. That would be a reason why I haven't been here often. I finished with a rough draft of my ghost story, I will be typing that up and submitting it on Triggerstreet and Writerscafe. I started working on one of my science fiction stories, I found a new twist and characters will be added. It's going to be a good book, I can already tell. I have been strongly debating about continuing my education. I saw some information on a MFA. I really don't know if I want to make the bill higher than it is. I need all kinds of stuff. I need three letters of recommendation and 30 pages of fictional work. I write more about history than fiction, so that might not be the best. I don't know what I want. I know that I do not want to participate in college debt. I want to rebuild my social life now that it has been completely annihilated. Oh well, the ones that are gone do not need to be in my life anyway.