Oxygen Oxygen!

I feel like the last month -- which seems to have lasted several months in Horseface Mental Time (H.M.T.) -- has been one big, long blitzkrieg.  Things have been coming at me relentlessly.  Some of them are large and have a lot of momentum built up.  Most of them are small, really, but I make them large by endowing them with powers that they don't really have.  It's one of my favorite party tricks: make something relatively unimportant very important, then complain about it incessantly, blaming anyone and everyone else.

By the way -- H.M.T. is notoriously inaccurate.  It's a method of marking the passage of time where good things seem to pass in the blink of an eye and bad things seem to last forever.  I don't think that's what is really happening but I'm mentally ill and don't have a good grasp on reality.  Maybe I'm one of those guys who hides from some killers in a mental institution then when I try to get out by protesting that I'm not crazy the guards say: "Yeah, that's what all you crazy people say."

Reminder to self: never hide in a mental institution. 

Anyway, it's like I've been trying to make headway against some bad dudes who are blasting me with a water cannon.  I advance a few steps then get knocked down.  I struggle to my feet and take a long stream right in the mouth, so I'm choking for air, but then I get up and race forward a few yards before getting floored again. 

Today, in my hotel room in the city I just moved from but which I had to come back to for three fucking weeks, I watched a basketball game and took a nap and did some yoga.

It felt great.