Have I told you about the time I had pancreatitis? Okay. The second time. Because it wasn’t properly diagnosed the first time. Because pancreatitis pain begins radiating through your lower back and not, one would assume, the digestive tract. It fucked me up for 3 days the first time. I have a memory of a…

I am not. I am, however, intoxicated. The more you know. Remember Saturday morning cartoons? Growing up, it was all about Saturday morning cartoons. And the Hanna-Barbera shows. I had a crush on both Electra Woman and Dyna-Girl. Which as I think on it. Explains a lot. Oh shit, I’m a dangerous man with some…

Living in the time of coronavirus. I am not a fan. The work just isn’t rolling in, like I’d hoped. I’m half-surviving on CRB, which was cut in half recently, and runs out in October (unless the Liberals get another minority government, and even then, there’s no guarantee they’ll extend it further). Considering how much…

I’ve never had a ‘Come to Jesus’ moment. Can’t say I know anyone who has. Doesn’t mean they haven’t. But I did come close. After my breakdown. I wasn’t working, money was extremely tight. I felt lost. Found myself at Eastminster United Church one afternoon. Not sure how I ended up there. Might’ve been across…

I am left in the night, trembling with fearI have seen to the future and the future is hereOur leader will bring victory but our land is in flamesAnd as the final sounds of battle disappear, I had to say What about me and you and the ones that we love?What about me and you…

There I go again. Overthinking. And I know I’m overthinking and I catch myself. It remains quiet for a few minutes. Until BAM. It hits again. I’m parsing every word. Listening for subtext. Second guessing. So I catch myself. Because I know. I fucking know. Overthinking. I need a distraction.

Marlo and I have a running joke. Izzy likes to have conversations. And you know she’s telling a story. The nuance in meows is so bloody expressive. Anyway. Izzy has a boyfriend. A cat that lives in Denver, Colorado. They met online. While we sleep, they chat over Zoom. The story keeps evolving. First, Izzy…

Not doing great tonight. Can’t put it in words. Not coherently. It’ll pass. It always does. But being in the moment. Sucks. I’m throwing off huge negative energy. Which effects the household. Hell. A simple “the family wants to have dinner when Wayne and Donna come to town next month”. Took on an ominous tone.…

Now there’s a humming sound. Lasts maybe five seconds. Silence. Repeat. I’m not crazy. I’m not hearing things. Well. I am. But not imaginary things.

There’s an incessant beeping. The only discernible pattern is . Well I was gonna say it had a consistent on/off sound. Only now it’s stopped. I swear. It sounded like a truck backing up the last two miles. But it’s gone. And it completely blows a hole in this post.