Current mood:	thoughtful
Current music:	whirring of the two fans in their sad attempt to cool off the apartment

Thinking Can Drive You Insane
First thing's first, the comic isn't dead... yet... I just haven't felt inspired enough to make a new comic yet. I have a mess of story-line ideas, so stop suggesting them (Pete). I just haven't had the will to draw anything worth it lately, and all that I have been drawing are crappy little sketches like the last two comics I put up. Honestly, in being forced to choose whether to put up crap twice a week or wait until something good comes up, I have chosen the latter. I promise there will be something... I just can't promise when...

I was doing a lot of thinking last night and it was the first thought that occured to me this morning, so obviously it's a concern, right... Anyway I was thinking about all the hell that Pete and I went through to get where we are today, and how good things are now, and how better they're gonna be, especially when we get this new apartment... but it sucks knowing how things are gonna be in the end...

Let me explain: For those of you who don't already know, back in 1994 in a freak accident involving a non-moving bus, I broke both of my ankles. The right one was shattered to the point of needing reconstructive surgery. I've got two ugly scars running up both sides of my right ankle. Joint never healed fully into proper position, cartilage slightly slid off to one side, holes in my bones left behind by the screws/wires/pins that held the bones in place... essentially, should I have the good (or bad) fortune to live to a ripe old age, I'm gonna need a cane... or a walker... or a wheel chair... arthritis is projected to be that bad. Hell, the humidity of these past couple of days has been driving me nuts... and the constant swelling of my ankle is a little more pronounced... I'm wiggling my foot right now, and it feels so stiff...

But I've been dealing with it for the past 10 years... So why would I be complaining about it now?...

A week and a half ago I went to finally get my eye checked up on. For those of you who don't know or don't remember, I got the crap beat out of my head last Thanksgiving, and my left eye was damaged pretty badly... I can see, but my pupil doesn't react to light well. It's open too far... Anyway, when I went to get checked, the opthamologist saw that the sphincter was torn... it had gotten a little better as far as contracting, but it looks like this is the best it's gonna be... he gave me some eyedrops that would help encourage the pupil to contract, but they aren't working very well, and all I get is a headache when I use them... in other words, folks, this thing is permanent... with my luck I'm not surprised... what's worse, the doctor, after giving me a more in depth check-up of my eye, found signs of stuff that will lead to glaucoma as I get older due to the trauma...

So, not only am I gonna be stuck with a walker, I'm gonna be blind in my left eye to boot... can you beleive that?...

And the stupid police at the RPD never did a damn thing!... The bastard that mugged me actually had the nerve to use an already maxed-out card. I got the information as to where, too. It was the Wilson Farms out on Bay. I gave it to the police as soon as I got it... it couldn't have been two weeks later... and they did nothing!... The hell I went through with my credit cards... Cingular... I still haven't got my birth certificate... and now after all that, I'm gonna be blind in my left eye... and nothing was done...

I can't deal with this... I'm crying so much right now, that I can't even see what I'm typing...