sucks to be me

I'm supposed to be at a punk show tonight, being roisterous. Instead I am at home. Because I woke up this morning with the falling down disease again.

Less severe than last time it happened, but I still managed to wrench my still-fussy back staggering around in the shower. For fuck's sake. So I'm just disoriented enough not to want to go to a gig by myself in case I tip over in front of a street car or something.

Some days. I'm telling you.

I haven't posted much because quite frankly I haven't done much. I had all these plans - get some writing done, clean the house, catch up with family and friends, get back into a routine at the gym. I haven't done any of it. Not a bit. I have noodled, I have lounged, I have slept in. Oh yeah, and Carl Johnson has taken over all the competing gang territory in Los Santos twice because I managed to accidentally delete one of my saved games.

And you know, I'm having a really hard time feeling guilty about it.