2008 YOU ARE A CRUEL MISTRESS
First I got sick. I was lying in bed, not leaving the house for 3 days. In the middle of this I pulled a muscle in my back and am currently, indefinitely, physically unable to slouch. I think I sneezed too hard. Then I woke up on the 3rd day, and while sick and half asleep decided to make some hard boiled eggs by putting a large empty steel pot on the largest flame my house can produce. I shuffled off to a window on the other side of the house and observed the outside world for a few minutes. Then I smell hot metal. The pot is empty, right, I'm a jackass. Let's remove the pot from the fire to stop it from burning further. Let's use our bare hands. While the pain signals reach our brain, let's flail the pot around and conclude that there is no immediately nearby space wherein one might deposit a red hot pot. Return it to its original position, and then use the hand with the second degree burn to turn the dial to turn off the burner. Ok, now let's scream quietly for the next few hours and cover our fresh wounds in potato starch and icy cold water, thereby prolonging the illness that caused the early morning delusion that caused the injury in the first place. Yes.
I started writing an awesome story. First time I attempted fiction in a long time. I was so psyched. Half of it was a vivid dream, the other half I made up. I started writing it out. Called it "Jefferson's Teapot". Then my computer crashed for no reason without saving a word. So soul-crushingly discouraging. Everyone's loss.
I started writing an awesome story. First time I attempted fiction in a long time. I was so psyched. Half of it was a vivid dream, the other half I made up. I started writing it out. Called it "Jefferson's Teapot". Then my computer crashed for no reason without saving a word. So soul-crushingly discouraging. Everyone's loss.