I have it in my archives somewhere—a record of my stupidity, written December 17th, 2000: I look like I tried to commit suicide by cat. I spent all day Thursday putting together my desk (with return) using my own two hands. I’ve assembled office furniture before, but I don’t do it daily; I had to use muscles I’d forgotten I had. It took a while for it all to catch up to me, but catch up to me it did….
…but I don’t really feel like it. I’ve having a bit of Post Traumatic Bush Disorder, what with the nausea and a loss of will to live. Or maybe I’m just coming down with a cold. I was so fired up a week ago, too. I was going to underpromise and overdeliver—write everyday of the week and actually start on that tutorial series I said so long ago that I would do. Well, screw it. Let me wallow in my…
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Okay, in honor of NaNoWriMo, I will attempt to get back into writing and post here at least three times a week. No novels for now. Perhaps maybe a novella on the side. But definitely, most definitely, I need to start posting regularly again. I meant to do it in October. Hell, I meant to do it in September. And August. And July. June. May. April. All of this year! But the days just go by, and suddenly I realize…
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