Noooobody updates, but meeeee...

Indeed, indeed.

I'm typing from my apt, and staring out my window. I've got meetings, tests, and presentations all this week.

I'm healing, slowly.

Val drank all my alcohol... or dumped it... or left it sitting on the sink. I can't rightly remember.

100-proof whiskey is a good way to forget your troubles... or your name.

Waking up in the morning, realizing that you banged out some emails to someone the night before, but you have no idea who they are, and there's no logs of them being sent.
Are you dreaming, or blacked out?

Finding yourself dreading doing easy work because it sucks and looking forward to the hard stuff because it's at least a bit interesting.

Realizing that no one in the world thinks quite like you.

And somewhere in here, figuring I'd stop using subjects for my sentances, or regular verbs.


I feel: Swamped 0o.80