I’m fine, a bit frayed. Zipping all over the place and getting tired. Smoking way, way too much. Had fillings done which was horrible. Julia’s party tomorrow night, Toscar’s friend’s party Saturday. Trying not to drink, failing massively, forgot how much I liked sherry. Like I said, a bit frayed.
NO POEMS. NONE. NOT ONE. Totally creatively barren.
I do have my sex drive back though, so y’know, swings and roundabouts.