Does it ever feel like life has kidnapped you and is holding you hostage so you can't get anything done? After a few weeks of this, life is slowly returning to normal. (Whether that's a good thing is a separate question.)
Some of us are just made to cause trouble. It's our curse.
I've written about my brother's drinking before. Here's a post from Christina -- she had a bad drinking problem at one point. The post isn't about her trials though. Nor is it in her usual rough-and-tumble, take-no-prisoners, mad f-bomber style. Powerful stuff. Check it out.
Well, guess who is back in the saddle? (Uh that would be me).
Job interview seemed to go well.
I tell you, it's awful when your memory starts to go. Did I already post about this??
Would I take on an angry Mike Tyson in his prime for a huge pile of money? Would you?
I have a love-hate relationship with sleep and currently, it hates me.
Another sample chapter. My brother tells me about his master plan to get things under control.
Remember last month how I posted about my first poem had just been published. Well, uh, it turns out I was mistaken. Man, this is embarrassing...