I have received two anonymous gifts in the mail over the last two weeks… I have a strong suspicion about where the Joyce Carol Oates film came from, as we have shared her work before, but the sharp, sharp shiny one has left me at a loss. If you are responsible for either of these wonderful, thoughtful things- please let …
I am still the luckiest sonafabitch I know. Thank you.
Easily. No cane. Long distances. With friends. Outside. No pain. No exhaustion. Walking. I’m on antidepressants and I still feel like throwing myself under a bus.I’m so tired of this body, of being sick. So tired. This sucks.
My glasses found, order in my environs is restored- thanks to Kimiko and Soulhuntre. In addition, I have gotten word that my first vendor wants to sell The Forked Tongue, and that the Core Protocol Seminar is ready to launch. I am a much happier camper.
Woke up this Am, can’t find my fucking glasses. Without them, I cannot see to find my fucking glasses. Gah.
Man, that’s a lot of blood.