HA HA HA HA HA

So, right.  I’ve changed medications, and I’m somehow still recovering from C2E2, and the side effects of both withdrawal from drug A and going on drug B are drowsiness, and the end result of that is that for about the third day out of the last four I got home from taking my son to school and fell asleep, today until two fucking thirty in the afternoon.

I am not a human being any longer, folks.  I am a bag of flesh and sloth-scented humours held together by exhaustion and spite.  I have literally never been as tired in my life as I have been this week.

And then a spring storm blew through, and knocked a couple of trees and a utility pole over in my parents’ neighborhood, and now Mom’s spending the night because they don’t have any power and for various reasons I won’t get into she needs electricity at all times, and it took a bit to get that settled, and the end result is that it’s 7:30 and I’m just now like oh right I have a blog.

I owe y’all a recap of C2E2; the short version is that I had a hell of a lot of fun and I’m not doing it again.  And I’ll talk about the job offer from yesterday, too.  For right now, I just sort of want to curl up and die, possibly after having watched an episode of Daredevil, but let’s not hold our breath.  That would count as a major accomplishment, after how this week has gone.

Blech.