It’s been two months since my last post.
Booze, glorious booze
Drink right through the bar rail
Just open your throat
And then throw down for real…
I don’t drink anymore. I’m not in a program or on orders from the court or a doctor. I just haven’t been doing it. No big deal. It’s not that I will never drink again.
Lots of coffee. Lots of tisane. (But more coffee.)
If you really want to know, I stopped drinking alcohol because I started taking NSAIDs, because I’m a wimp. There, I said it. I didn’t want my stomach to bleed or kidneys to fail, because I’m a total wimp. I don’t even take the maximum recommended dosage. I take as little as possible. But I hate taking pills of any kind. Except vitamins.
I wrote a little on that cyborg thing. Not doing NaNoWriMo for real, but I’m hoping to make substantial headway on it, regardless of how long it will eventually be. There will be a draft of something by the end of the month. Good time to get on the cyborg train what with Ghost in the Shell and DC’s Cyborg/Justice League and the whole “Is technology making everybody insane?”-thing. Is technology making everybody insane? Or is it the last firewall holding against the onslaught of natural insanity? Only cyborgs know for real. The rest of us can only look and wonder, through a backlit glass screen, darkly (but not too darkly).