I realize I am way late upgrading this site, but bear with me as I try and recover from the last month. I wrote some more of my book, but I just reread it and boy, did it stink! Not so much the parts of the story, but how it was written: stilted, distracted, and you could tell I wasn't focusing. Thankfully, it was only 4 pages I'll have to rewrite.
This morning I was met with a broken deck chair (it's been windy lately, and I don't how how the hard plastic legs shattered, but they did), Ahfu peed on my new table (warping one corner), and a server on a brand new project at work is dying and I don't know why (we think the power supply). So this sort of bad luck thing is continuing.
I'm gaining weight again, but I have been indulging in a lot of "comfort foods" due to the sheer amount of stress I have been having. I think I'll go back to computing points again, since that seems to work best. Work is stressful, too. I have asked for a week off from work in the next few weeks, just so I can catch up on all the housework and repairs that need attending to. And sleep.
All I want to do is sleep.
I try and focus on the good things, like the tomato plants doing well, the fact I'm getting a new bed, I have a great new Linux box, the fact none of my friends hate me right now, that I am married to a wonderful woman, have a son with a good heart, none of my pets are sick, my house is still standing... but that sometimes reminds me of that prayer sung in the boy's school in "Monty Python's Meaning of Life:"
O Lord, please don't burn us.
Don't grill or toast Your flock.
Don't put us on the barbecue
Or simmer us in stock.
Don't braise or bake or boil us
Or stir-fry us in a wok.
Oh, please don't lightly poach us
Or baste us with hot fat.
Don't fricassee or roast us
Or boil us in a vat,
And please don't stick Thy servants, Lord,
In a Rotissomat.
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