I am still alive. Somehow, I am still alive. I am not, however, feeling very communicative right now.

I don't think I need to say it, but I will anyway. Lithium Picnic is a God. Capital G.

I'm thinking maybe I'll get a tattoo soon. I've been kicking around the idea for months and months, and now I have the money to do it. I'm just not sure what. Maybe the silhouette of a centaur on my shoulderblade, or maybe an x over my heart. Or maybe Frankenstein stitches around my left arm.

If I am right handed, why do I decorate my left side?

I am learning how to stop panicking. When I went back to work it was such a shock. Everything about my life is very different, very suddenly. And I'm freaking out.