I haven't really been dizzy before except in the sense when you spin yourself around wildly like you're 3 years old. I've done that. The other day I woke up and realized my room was spinning, and I was sitting still, and either the room was going to stop spinning or I was going to make a real mess of things. Luckily the spinning stopped, for the most part, and continued for the next couple of days but in a less extreme form.
This was followed by incredible back pain, probably due to the fact that I raked the yard this weekend, but did it in a very hurried manner, so being hunched over raking leaves so quickly seems to have done a number on my lower back. That or I'm pregnant, you make the call.
I also got a haircut meaning the protest is officially over. Of course the protest wasn't really much to begin with, especially since what I said I was protesting was a sham to begin with. I said I was growing my hair out to protest the unfair treatment of women against me, but everyone was quick to point out that there was no unfair treatment going on. This much was true. Also my sister said my hair made me look like a child molester, so the hair had to go, and it's gone, and it's back to being very short.
I have still been writing, I wrote a story called The Mouth Of God, and it's about two brothers, their relationship with their father, and a tornado thrown in for good measure. I've started revising it, maybe it'll be up on here before Christmas, but I don't work well with deadlines, so we'll see.
Basically I'm just letting everyone know I'm still alive, just in case anyone thought I was dead, and if you thought I was dead, you're morbid. You're really, really morbid.
This was followed by incredible back pain, probably due to the fact that I raked the yard this weekend, but did it in a very hurried manner, so being hunched over raking leaves so quickly seems to have done a number on my lower back. That or I'm pregnant, you make the call.
I also got a haircut meaning the protest is officially over. Of course the protest wasn't really much to begin with, especially since what I said I was protesting was a sham to begin with. I said I was growing my hair out to protest the unfair treatment of women against me, but everyone was quick to point out that there was no unfair treatment going on. This much was true. Also my sister said my hair made me look like a child molester, so the hair had to go, and it's gone, and it's back to being very short.
I have still been writing, I wrote a story called The Mouth Of God, and it's about two brothers, their relationship with their father, and a tornado thrown in for good measure. I've started revising it, maybe it'll be up on here before Christmas, but I don't work well with deadlines, so we'll see.
Basically I'm just letting everyone know I'm still alive, just in case anyone thought I was dead, and if you thought I was dead, you're morbid. You're really, really morbid.