Ah, what to say, what to say...
Sometimes I wish I had more drama in my life; it would certainly make writing easier. A life of quiet mediocrity is hardly the way to inspire great prose.
Then again, when I had drama, I hated it, so it's kind of a mixed blessing. I guess I should just shut my trap and enjoy the lull.
On a more pleasant note, we did have an awesome snow "storm" this weekend. When I say say snowstorm, I mean it strictly in the "Southern" sense of the word; most of you living in cooler climates will hardly be impressed by a 7" snowfall that was already melting by the next day, but it was fun, nonetheless. Few things make me happier than a snowball fight with my teenaged son. Except winning the snowball fight. And getting to watch him go ass-over-teakettle when he tried to rush me with a double-load of slush-balls. And then falling down and getting soaked anyway, I was laughing so hard...
Watching ghost shows on T.V. with him ranks up there, too. It's been a great weekend.
Medically, things are finally starting to look up. I've been cutting back on the cynbalta; I hate that stuff, and the neurologist finally gave me the okay to start weaning off of it. In seven days I'll be down to half of the original dose, and if I don't get the urge to carry a rifle to the top of a tall building in a heavily populated area, I should be completely offa this shit a couple of months before my birthday. Neurontin seems to be doing a pretty good job of controlling the neuropathy in my hands, although my feet are fucking killing me when it flares up; I'll take the trade-off, just to know that my moods are genuine, and have my dick work reliably, again.
Hopefully I'll finish this mural project by Wednesday; I'm supposed to drive up and see my girlfriend in New York on Thursday, but I can't leave until this project is complete...
Anyway, enough of my prattling... things to do, and I think I'm supposed to listen to a beautiful woman masturbate on the phone, tonight... Life is good. Life is very, very good.
Sometimes I wish I had more drama in my life; it would certainly make writing easier. A life of quiet mediocrity is hardly the way to inspire great prose.
Then again, when I had drama, I hated it, so it's kind of a mixed blessing. I guess I should just shut my trap and enjoy the lull.
On a more pleasant note, we did have an awesome snow "storm" this weekend. When I say say snowstorm, I mean it strictly in the "Southern" sense of the word; most of you living in cooler climates will hardly be impressed by a 7" snowfall that was already melting by the next day, but it was fun, nonetheless. Few things make me happier than a snowball fight with my teenaged son. Except winning the snowball fight. And getting to watch him go ass-over-teakettle when he tried to rush me with a double-load of slush-balls. And then falling down and getting soaked anyway, I was laughing so hard...
Watching ghost shows on T.V. with him ranks up there, too. It's been a great weekend.
Medically, things are finally starting to look up. I've been cutting back on the cynbalta; I hate that stuff, and the neurologist finally gave me the okay to start weaning off of it. In seven days I'll be down to half of the original dose, and if I don't get the urge to carry a rifle to the top of a tall building in a heavily populated area, I should be completely offa this shit a couple of months before my birthday. Neurontin seems to be doing a pretty good job of controlling the neuropathy in my hands, although my feet are fucking killing me when it flares up; I'll take the trade-off, just to know that my moods are genuine, and have my dick work reliably, again.
Hopefully I'll finish this mural project by Wednesday; I'm supposed to drive up and see my girlfriend in New York on Thursday, but I can't leave until this project is complete...
Anyway, enough of my prattling... things to do, and I think I'm supposed to listen to a beautiful woman masturbate on the phone, tonight... Life is good. Life is very, very good.