Life. Meh.

I have another blog that I usually wind up posting in about once a year.
I did that tonight.
It felt weird.
And then I did another post about this weird sci-fantasy setting I was working on 15 bloody years ago referred to as the World of 12 Moons.
Going back and rereading those posts, I think they hold up pretty well. Also, the photoshopped pictures, associated with those posts, still look damn good even if I do say so myself.
In other news, I am so far out to sea with my anti=kidney stone diet that I can't even see the shore any longer. In other words, I am repeatedly fucking myself every day, but I'm in the state of mind where I just don't give a damn.
Which, logically, I know that I should make a concerted effort to get myself out of this mindframe, but it's HARD and right now I just don't want to do it.
At least I'm still drinking lots of fluids.
Granted, they're sugary/salty as fuck, but they're still fluid.
Also, went into the Store today while it was closed and refreshed one of the big spinner racks. So, at least I feel like I've accomplished SOMETHING.