I'm just posting a note to say that I have a good excuse for not updating for ages.
Since the last time I updated, my life has descended into a comedy of errors. Or it would have been a comedy if I wasn't happening to me.
The brief story is: first I went on a bender, had to have my stomach pumped, and spent almost two weeks in hospital.
Then my computer crapped out. Clearly, it's been fixed - but it was in a pretty bad way, I'm not sure if it'll last much longer.
Also I've been having those headaches again, most of the time I'm drugged to the eyeballs with pills and tablets and all manner of pain relief. None of them have made much of a difference. With the drugs come more of my hallucinations. I haven't seen Charlie in a while, but I've seen other things. Shadows flitting across walls, and gaping cracks in the floor - wherever I am. I've seen these black shapes loping around the apartment building, they'd bother me if I wasn't used to stuff like this. Sometimes, late at night, I'll imagine knocking on my window, long tendrils like branches snaking their way in. There was a face without a face at outside the window last night. I walked into my room, getting ready for sleep, and there it was. Just there. Right outside the window.
Gave me a start, I have to admit, then I remembered who I am.
Sometimes "my condition" can get a little tiring.
I ignored the faceless face and went to bed. Whatever, or whoever he/she/it is, it's a new character. I definitely prefer Fat Charlie.
Huh. A quick note turned into an essay.
My landlord is still gone, by the way.
Asshole.