I'm soooox10^infinity sorry. Time has slipped through my fingers faster than an artist's 3D cum rendered for the first time in Blender.

Work has my mentals in a bind still. I get home and immediately flop down and stare at YouTube videos for hours until I pass out. I'm sleeping better so I guess that's a plus (THANK YOU CBD gummies w melatonin!). On my weekends, I feel so powerless to get out of bed and... DO something. I want to get back into writing, but I've done a lot of thinking and I buggered up some things in my current story. I've neglected certain things and my written notes from xx years ago are discombobulated. I have to stretch some time out and retcon something (I may have to re-read what I've posted to ensure this is the case).

Life update: I'm looking for a new job. That means relocation, pay decrease, and starting over. New job may or may not be better on me than my current one. The pay decrease is meh but I've still a minimum wage in mind. Starting over scares me. Relocating will be good, though. My friends want to start working on music again - which fits perfect for my future plans. Now... I just need to take all these puzzle pieces and CRAM them together to make something.

I'm not dead. I'm clinging.