The days since Christmas have been a depressing, sluggish sort of blur. New Years was uneventful, but far better than last year when we were stuck in a hospital overnight with Nick being pumped full of drugs that were supposed to lower his heart rate but made it worse.... Thank God we haven't had to go back to one of those since and, by the grace of the Spirit Nick seems to have started to find a way out of his cycle of pain, nausea and mental duress.
The trip down to visit my family was his first trip back since we moved out of There in 2011. It went extremely well, considering my moms desperate attempts to lure me back in to our old parasitic relationship. It did leave us sick and tired upon our return though, something which lead to us becoming even more sick and tired.
Things have been so out of sorts. Excited to spend time again with probably one of two women my stupid judgmental self deems respectable though. I am once again thankful in a weird way that she also will want breaks occasionally because I very well may need some myself, especially exposing myself again to my mother if that happens.
Fortunately we are joinin a gym soon! I have moved past the gelatinous blob stage of inactivity and entered into a sort of self imploding black hole phase (is that redundant?) and though I fear this bodes not well for my attempts to begin exercising again,, hopefully I haven't actually reached the event horizon (etc etc black holes are cool!)....
I suppose I've also neared the horizon with my thesis, which lo and behold I have still yet to begin! I've set a tentative deadline with an editor for sometime in February, so my plan is after next week to get an entire rough draft done by then. According to my shoddy, self aggrandizing calculations, this should be a cakewalk. HA....ha....ha....
It feels like one of my alternate persons in another dimension got punched in both eye sockets so hard the feeling is just so subtly reverberating back to me here in my dimension. Bizarro black eyes.
