I just woke up in October. I think this is how a time machine works. All of this shit happens, and before you realize what is going on, it’s the future.
If you read my last post, you know about the move. The good news is we are moved into the new joint — and it’s sweet — and our house is under contract. But that’s the good news. Throw in some ridiculous time-wasting with Verizon (FUCK THEM — I went with Cox after the third jerk-around that cost me a day of leave from work), a two-week trip to Africa, work craziness, and then a solid week sick in bed with some sort of new ebola-based cold.
“Everyone is getting it” said the Doc.
“Really? Then we’re all going to be dead. This is like watching Contagion. Except I’m in it.” Holy fuck. The whole month of September just vanished like a fart in a tornado.
But I’m back. NANOWRIMO starts next month, and I’m going to give it another shot. I’d have to do negative writing to do worse than last year. But I’ve got to finish A Smell of Roses. That is a good story hidden amongst the crappy words, in the recesses of my brain folds. I need to get a water pic and flush it out.
So welcome to the new Fiscal Year, Peeps. Let’s make it a good one!