The last week has been a molto busy one, but other than the remnants of the latest issue of the magazine, a stack of firewood, and 4/5 of the people living here being sick, right now looks the same as last week.
Mostly, I'm in something of a haze from the meds, and I was supposed to have doubled one of them by now. I guess the idea is that you can't have seizures if you are so doped that you can't voluntarily move your arms or legs. I'm exeggerating of course, because I can, in fact, move my arms and legs. It's just that once I do get them moving, I can't remember where I was going.
Everything seems to be happening at normal speed, but I feel like I'm moving, hearing, seeing, speaking in slow motion.
Sorta feels like this.
I'll get a post of substance up here eventually. Of course, it could be argued that I haven't done that yet. You get what you pay for.
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