Not Quite Dead Yet
There’s a very long
excuse explanation for my taking over
a year off from blogging. Long, as in, I
don’t feel like typing that shit up one handed.
ß Clue #1.
Zoloft, working for giant pieces of shit, work related injury followed by shoulder surgery for same six months later. Six. Months. That’s how long it takes for them to realize “Ow. That shit hurts.” means something.
That’s all you get for now because my dominant arm is bound up in one of these bitches: