THE OBLIGATORY 'I'M NOT DEAD' POST

 It's like 11 at night. I'm writing from my gaming rig, slightly stoned off ...a lot of things, but mostly cannabis.

There's been nothing much new to report except that my doctor got me on a new pain medication, one that seems to be working far better than the last one did.

Darling Prince, the cat, sits at my side with his head on my elbow. What an awkward place to be, kitten. 

I'm setting up this machine without really knowing what I'm doing, since I'm coming from Win7. But I'm slowly getting it.

There's a few things to do right away that I can think of:

• find the damn silver,
• find the damn towels, and
• get Pestilence Couch mk. 2 outta here.

Oh, didn't I mention? The bugs followed me. They colonized the couch I was sleeping on. And as it turns out, I'm allergic. After a week or so of sleeping elsewhere, the whistle I had developed in my throat that I thought was something else? It cleared up. I could breathe. 

You want to hear something disturbing? That 'throat-closey' whistle I'd developed? I was getting that while taking heroic doses of Zyrtec.

I do not wanna think about what could happen to me if this gets worse.

Whewf...I got stories. So many stories. And if I was more awake I'd tell more of them. But my point is, I still have stories. I still have a life.

I don't have to stop writing.

Even if last year kicked my ass, I don't have to quit.

I'll get back into it. I have to bring the joy back into my life.

And I'm going to start by telling my stories again.

 

 

Watch out, world.