I really did mean to write in here more, really did intend on throwing all’a them thoughts in here. But, unfortunately, I spent the better part of April and May laying around hoping my neck and back pain would just, like, go away. Tried all that stretching nonsense, tried pillows and sleeping positions, and nothing was working. I disdain (and don’t even really enjoy) opiates, but I suddenly understood the chronic pain sufferer who becomes a heroin addict. Not, uh, not a great place to be in.
Aaaanyway, all 0 of my average daily readers, that’s why I didn’t type in here for a while. I just, like, wanted to die. And, at times, perhaps thought I was.
Now it’s back to not really wanting to die but typing it a lot. That seems to be the difference; the people who actually want to die don’t spend a lot of time typing about it. They just die.