Tag: Hurt

  • Called Out (or: soup and Vicodin for breakfast)

    I am hurting. Hurting, people. My body is bruised and contused. I am kind of a hot mess, and I think I have about ten minutes before this Vicodin kicks in proper, so let me try and get these stories out. Our little rookie game needs ticket sales. It’s a cheap game, it’s all ages,…

  • Why I haven’t been updating my blog often enough: good excuses.

    There’s no order of importance here, but in the last week or so I’ve had a package lost at the post office, a letter returned because it didn’t reach the recipient in time, my computer stolen, and my tailbone broken. I’m not sad or pissed off, but I am getting impatient with living my days…