It's finally over
January 1st, 2021
If you're reading this, you made it. That's right, you, along with everyone else you see shambling about today, has survived absolute the worst year of ever: 2020. Well, I suppose that doesn't apply to any zombies you see shambling around you, fervently attempting to eat your brains, but you can't cover every edge case, am I right?
Anyway, this year, what felt like ten years, is now over... and I am developing the gray hairs to show for it. After everything that's gone horribly wrong since the beginning of 2020, I've just been wanting it all to end. Oh, sure, the rolling over of the calendar is an arbitrary temporal construct that doesn't mean anything in the long run, but in my head at least it feels a bit better.
As it stands, I'm still digging my way out of the detritus of the last year, both that which affected me personally on top of the common garbage we've all been having to work our way through. And it's not all that easy, for I went from having no prescriptions to about a dozen, and some of them are supposed to be helping my head, but the jury's out there.
Which is probably why I've taken to self-medication a lot. And I mean a lot. But one of the things I'm going to try and do this year is get my act back together, for I have been riding a downward spiral for oh, about six months now. And that's not going to help me finish up all the odds and ends I'd like to sort out before I drop dead, uh, again. So here's to taking better care of ourselves!