Given my recent Facebook posts It is or can be no secret that I’m horribly depressed. I have no life, and few friends. Other than these brief entries, I don’t write. In part, because it’s exponentially harder to type; in part, too, because I have no new experiences coming in. It’s NOT his fault at all, but I’d hoped/thought when I made Gil a co-trustee, it would mean my writing needs come to the fore. Since I don’t even know what they are: it is wildly unfair of me to expect this of him.
So, what are they?
As long as Grendel lives, so do I.
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