Geez, still a rough fall, you know? I hope it is not rough for you; and hey, there's some good tv on, no?
My ankle is better, the rest of me is operating typically; i get these really rough weeks when the seasons change and i'm just in bed, being a noodle. I'd gotten to a point last week where i was doing chores about the house and going to the grocery store on the same day like a bause, but the last week and a bit, i'm sleeping a lot and watching a lot of tv. Funny; i think it is typical for a healthy person to get sick, maybe play video games while one is snuffling it up, but it's really only on good days that i can play video games. Anyway, yep. There i am, waiting for the ol' suffer puppet to adjust to the season. (Suffer puppet is a new term i find hilarious for the body - i saw it on tumblr, but alas, i do not know the name of the person that coined this fucking ARTFUL term).
Almost done the rough draft on that short story, and i have been getting little dribs of freewrites and poem-y things. I haven't sent anything out since July in terms of poems, not sure if i will again until i have a new set. We'll see.
I have an interview for a service dog in the next few weeks. So far, i have had to supply three references, one letter from a doctor, a letter from a counsellor, two detailed application forms, a daily report, an autobiographical statement, a photograph and i am super glad they take the care to place their dogs carefully but i got to this part where i'm only half way through - and they need to do a two week training camp with my crippled ass - and it's not like i feel like i don't need the dog, i literally do not leave my house because of reasons that a dog will definitely help with, but i don't know if i'm physically or emotionally able to do everything the service dog folk seem to need.
Back to noodlin'.
