I’m paralyzed on where to go next with this.  If anyone wants to hear me talk about anything in particular, let me know. Obviously, I can blab about a lot — and blab about nothing at all.  I could tell you why I have had 2 tailbone surgeries (more like butt surgeries for my would-be tail — yes, you read that right..), 3 foot surgeries, 1 shoulder surgery, 1 wisdom teeth removal surgery, 1 eyeball-blood-removal surgery, and 4 save-my-brain-and-life surgeries.  Or I could talk more about Fucker — although I’m kind of sick of that asshole right now.  Or there’s the second hospital and all of the emergencies there — and the pleading for wine — and the group text my friends were having all throughout that time.  Or maybe I could interview Dora about her experience with taking the cats to her apartment once my parents arrived in NYC after my brain exploded.  My mother banned them from my apartment.  And they proceeded to shit all over Dora in defiance. And scratch her. That’s sort of an awful and harrowing story as well. For Dora and the cats that is.

Anyway …  Nothing fully fleshed out has come to me.  It will. I’m certain.  I just need a few more days, please. Don’t be mad. And please keep reading.  (Not that I’m desperate or anything. But really, I guess I am just that desperate.)

Namaste and Hot Yoga Moaning Vibes to you all!