The Bloody Doors Off

Operation: Stumpy McCready, t-minus two days and counting.

(Stumpy was a character I wrote/performed as part of CSpOC’s “Gravestone Posse” for the Toronto Fringe, a few years back. He was a toothless, half-blind alcoholic who enjoyed giving women a pelvic massage.

“This here’s the wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiild west, and I intends to get wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiillllllddd!”

So clearly, in the intervening years, I’ve turned into Stumpy McCready.)

Damn. I was gonna upload the poster (artwork by Mister Sam Agro) but the files are on my other external hard drive.

You know. The one I can’t access.

Reason #42 to see if someone can hack the system and a data retrieval.

After weeks of scraping by on piecemeal work, stuff finally landed last week.

Monday and Tuesday were insane. Three reports, one needed Wednesday, the others by Friday. Two of them, created from scratch. The third, I’ve been working on (slowly, piecemeal) for months. (Yes. Months. End is in sight.)

Subtract my eye doctor’s appointment this afternoon.

Take away Thursday. (See Operation: Stumpy McCready.)

A third client ask if I was available to jazz up a presentation for Wednesday (even though the email headline said “Next Week”). I honestly didn’t think I’d have capacity. Turned it down.

First report is being reviewed by client.

Second report is awaiting final sign-off from PTB.

I’ll be getting the latest round of edits for the last one Wednesday morning.

Wondering. Will they give me pain killers for after the surgery?

Fuck. So goddamned nervous about this.

They won’t put me under. Concerned about the pills I’m taking reacting to the anaesthesia. Instead, I get laughing gas and my choice of television channels.

Though I suspect I’ll just keep my eyes closed the entire time.

I forgot to mention.

My new eye doctor says I’ve got the beginning of cataracts.

It’s very minor. Won’t need attending to for… 10 to 15 years.

Toothless. Half-blind.

Recovering alcoholic. (Story for a different post.)

I look in the mirror.

And I see ol’ Stumpy.

Looking back at me.