Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Brutal start, came good

I awoke with raging IBS. But I swallowed pills, girded for battle and made it in. I came good about 11 am.

I even encountered a hair trigger moment that in the past could have left me gibbering in a corner but is now just merely unpleasant—like a frosted road turd.

I've come so far since getting up off the floor. I feel like Neo beset by impotent Smiths. 

That's a pretty kewl place to be, being beset by impotent Smiths. Better than potent ones, I always say.


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