Wow.

Pretty much sums up what's been going on. Since November, I have hurt my back like the old man I've feared I've always been. This earned me a fantastic ride in an Ambulance, a ton of drugs jabbed right into my back and incredible super-powers to top it off.
I can now move with the speed, agility and strength of a ninety-year old man.

Then, after my back got all better, I'm riding along and bam! I get clotheslined and well, I've already commented on that.

But on the other end, I've met this guy who could help me finally get to where I want to be. Writing comics, cartoons, or videogames. I'm not trying to be too hoepful. I'm optomistic, but I know how things tend to go and even if I get my foot in the door, people may just not be interested in my stuff.
Still!
It could mean I finally get to do something I really love. Which is just coming up with the most insane bullshit possible, yet making it believable.
Maybe I should have been a lawyer after all...hmm.

Anyway. There are only three people who might look at this. I doubt they'd read it all the way through, but that ain't really going to slow me up much.
I'm doing pretty damn good.