what a day

I assumed the ending would be an easier thing to edit since I know how it's supposed to work and I actually organized the files this time and there's a lot less fighting and interaction. It's straight story board from here on out.

Of course being here in my room, smelling the foul stench that I wish would cease and will not go into where it's coming from for it's too much to think about. I knew this person was crazy, had no idea he'd evolve into an even crazier more psychotic person with age. That came as a surprise. People all my life wondered why I was a messed up kind of person... it was clear to me back then, even clearer to me now. I certainly envy anyone who has a normal life, always have. Don't take the fact that you can live your life not smelling someone's disgusting ass all day for granted at all..

My task to edit is infinitely more encumbered because I exist as his only social outlet this pure evil shit stain of a person. He comes to me for his social stimulation and has no where else to go, has nobody. No one sane will tolerate his stench. I'm living in a goddamn cartoon, living with the real life pit stain from pete and pete. And I have no choice. Either this or die in the street.

On top of that, my tooth has completely decayed and broken off. It's gone only the stump remains hanging on for dear life apparently. I hope I can crown it and not get a root canal and an implant, I can only hope...

Just as I heard the tooth pop once more and crack as I was eating some cereal, so too have my hopes, yunno. It broke my spirit in half when I felt my tooth give way and fall out completely shattering my last hopes of salvaging it once I was able to get to the dentist.

The thing was, I knew it would go eventually. It was always getting food stuck in it. No way I could get it all out with brushing. Eventually the rotting food would break it  down further. And it did, it was just a waiting game...

So now I have to edit my film in time for Solo with all this drama and burdens stacked on top of my shoulders.

What do I think now as I sit here....

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It will be an odyssey. But I must endure. I believe in the film and think it's gonna be worth the pain and trouble. So yeah, press on...