Why Torture Friends when I Can Torture Readers..?

 

perhaps getting images like this on a regular basis keeps those that know me from reading my chats?

 

So. 

As they say "What's it all about Alfie?"

I am either reading or writing or stuck in a YouTube session for hours on end. Food breaks. Coffee breaks, smoky breaks and getting as high as possible, as this spurs on my creativity. That is crap logic as I am sure you can read between the lines and can smell a crock of steaming poo?

My predilection for Mary's wacky-weed, my creativity is more consistent, but my immediate short-term memory can even shock me, it's so bad. Spelling errors? Notsomuch, thanks to lovely little AI drones, but the grammatical errors of a first grader. No, all of my English faux pas are mot much better stone cold sober. Does depression and a lack of self-worth figure into all of this. Oh yes, and more. That is a conversation for a a bit later. I will add and fill in my discussions about mental disease.
Right now, I've got a bunch of plates spinning--half of which are threatening to slow up and fall.
This ::twaddle :: seems much more like something I could drop thoughts or whatnot in, just to get them out of my system. Which means this is all going to slowly morph into what I am becoming; something I denied myself all of my life, and that should be interesting enough.
More to come. Expect that nothing will be linear, my brain just doesn't work that way.