Ze Speaks!

 It’s a year since I lost that hellhole of an apartment. It was a hellhole full of bugs and bad neighbors, but it was my space, and I still don’t like that I lost it.

The entire situation right now is fucky. It’s been hell trying to get my damn ID sorted out, I’ve got some weird health shit going on (I need scopes and there’s an ultrasound result waiting on me to get the results on right now, as in right now, right now right now), and oh yeah, my shrink backpedaled on getting me to that gender therapist. So that’s a thing. (Well, technically it’s not a thing, but you get the idea.)

My knees are getting worse, and then there’s the new variable, a back injury from a forklift accident at work that I was stupid enough not to call workman’s comp on.

Yeah, go ahead and brain me with a pow hammer for that one. I was a freakin’ idiot there.

The bright spots in my life at least are the cats, one of whom is sitting next to me being a little cuddle box and not questioning the weird glowy box on my lap that has stolen his spot and is now making weird clicky noises as his master’s paws move in weird motions.

*_*_*

I’ve resolved to get myself out of the rut that I’ve fallen into. In the year since that disaster, I’ve almost completely fallen off the wagon of writing, and have had one day where I slipped and had an actual alcohol bender--and remembered why I now hate the taste of most alcohol. So today, I actually came up with a plan:

See, I was the nerd in school who had the Palm Pilot on zer desk, ever ready to take down the test schedule, changes to the syllabus, all that crap. That thing was basically an accessibility device for me, because my short term memory? It’s not great. And while writing things down is a big help on that, it’s not so great if you turn around and forget where you put the godsdamned piece of paper that you wrote it down on *mumble mutter mumble mutter.* So in combination with my smartwatch and my phone, I’m putting myself on an update schedule and a writing schedule so that I can get back into the habit of doing both...because I tend to forget that there are people out there who want to know that I’m not dead, and I tend to forget that there are people out there who actually do want to read what I have to say, or see what pictures I’ve taken.

I guess what I’m trying to say is...

I’m back! :)