Just when I think the reset button on my life has been hit enough, someone starts mashing B! B! B!

For you non-gamers, that means cancel and it’s do-over time.

I’m still on drugs. It is startling and enlightening to be chemically dependent, especially observing the changes the different medications make.

I’m not employed. Damn depression. However, I was comfortable with freelancing, so now I just have to crank it up to 13.

Hanging in there, and not like in a garret.