Let’s be honest, folks. Sometimes we feel awful, and we simply have to hole up. Curl up in our own grime and tears and snot. Feel bad for ourselves whilst drinking cheap orange juice. But this is not one of those days. In fact, I kind of have to write and be productive. I know, it’s one of those experiences potential writers (like myself) hope for — that venerated need. Really the experience isn’t romantic — it’s hardly likable even. But here I am, writing, while I feel like shit.
Not emotionally, mind you. Just physically. Granted, though, the physical deterioration is taking a toll on my mental well-being, but I’m trying to remain calm and positive. I have a loving wife and good, supportive friends, which is helping me immensely.
It’s ridiculous how long it’s been since I’ve blogged, let alone blogged about those trivial, lovely little things called video games, but there’s good reason for it. For one, I’ve been too absorbed playing little wonders like Mother 3 to patiently stand back and write for a second. Also, as mentioned time and time again on this blog, I have “weak teeth.” Teeth that, regardless of tireless brushing and flossing, are very soft and manage to break quite easily. Currently, I have four very “weak” teeth, one in each corner of my mouth. I’m suffering a gauntlet of pain before I get my teeth fixed. Luckily that’s happening soon, after Christmas. (Money is a difficult thing to come at peace with, these days.)
Are you familiar with the laughing scene in Evil Dead 2? The protagonist, Ash, goes nuts after being assaulted continually by a very haunted house. He sits in a chair, and the various objects in the room come to life and start laughing. Eventually, he gives in — Ash laughs hysterically at the evil forces at hand, at himself, at his demise.
At least his teeth look OK.
Almost at that point.
I hope everyone else is doing swimmingly.
I’ll get better.