Sundays

I feel the need to remind folks that the Sunday Archive stuff is just crap from my Gmail.  Instead of deleting it, I’ve decided to post it, because I’m under the delusional assumption that nobody reads GS anyway…so why not?

Not only is it the unfinished crap written feverishly at midnight and later forgotten, it’s also old.  The most recent was last Sunday’s thing, from 2006.

But even 2006 feels like a lifetime ago. Lots of stuff has happened since then. Once you go through a few family deaths, brain surgery, and losing your financial security, you have a different outlook on life.

On one hand, I probably should be really depressed.  Nothing’s been easy.  But I’m so giddy about being cured that I’m on this weird sort of high.  It’s been almost 17 months since the surgery, and I’m still giggling and doing little jigs every time I brush my teeth and shave without pain.  And it’s the first 17 months of my life since I was 21 where I’ve been able to sleep through the night.  Even my summer death cold was a pleasure – to sneeze and cough and blow my nose without pain.

So, yeah, everything’s very new right now.  And that sort of balances out watching my idiot dad die, and losing my grandmother, and books not selling.  Because all that stuff is just regular life, and I’m able to deal with it while not under the influence of crippling pain and a wicked, mind-altering cocktail of drugs.

Actually, though, have you all bought those books?  Here’s the main shop page.  And they’re ebooks now, as well.  Here’s info on that.  They’ll be on the Kindle shortly.

Okay.  There’s my disclaimer on the Sunday articles.  Don’t take them too seriously.  Right now, I’m going to go back to searching the net for creepy pictures of Piper Palin, and weird unsolved mysteries, because that’s all I can really force myself to do when I work 12 hours a day, seven days a week.  In fact, I’m having a hard time recalling my name right now…