Life

I’m finding it really difficult to write these days, not that I don’t have stories or thoughts to share but rather the drive to actually write something that is thoughtful and something with substance for each of you could probably take away from. Anyway, let’s see how it goes.

I am writing with a hungover while being a little loaded. I feel like at any given moment my stomach will pack it in and it’s contents projected all over my machine and workspace. It’s terrible and I just don’t care anymore. Caring, of late I feel like I don’t care about my general health…

Possibly one of the shittiest day of the year. You know when you have a thought about how long you’ve had something and wonder how much longer you’ll have it for, then not so long after that very thought becomes a reality? That is exactly what happens here.