Fuckitall

Okay, I started to write a (to me) meaningful post with some updates and such, but I had to constantly go back and correct serious spelling mistakes (usually not a good sign), and I began to get frustrated. After a bit of a break, I came back and looked at what I had been composing earlier. Unless the cat walked across the keyboard in my absence, I had no explanation for the unintelligible gobbledygook I was now reading. Exasperated, I wiped it all out and walked away. I spent a little bit of time on some social networks and was having the same problem. I had to edit comments that made me look like a dunce or a protest sign maker for right-wing political marches (I know, redundant). I know the new pain meds might have a part in this, and my general frustration with my current pain and immobility just might be getting the best of me. I've decided to remove myself from social interactions of all kinds for the time being, I have no use for the general public right now, and until I get some relief from my current condition, I think it best to make myself scarce. It's taken me about three times to go back and correct even this little rant, and that tells me it's time to quit. I can't say when or if I will return here or to my few remaining social outlets.

I've had just about enough of my life right now.