Well, once again I’m nursing a small wound. It’s the remainder of what once was 4 wounds. This is one of those things that are going to crop up now and again because I’m unable to move. I’ve been through it before. But then Sunday afternoon as I’m warming up for a little Super Bowl action, the doctor called to inform me that the last wound, a tiny little thing mind you, is infected. It’s the dreaded MRSA bug. Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus Superbug. So now, I have this little dime sized opening in my skin; the kind of thing that we used to get as kids (I don’t know, maybe some of you still do) when you skin your knee on the carpet. To make sure that I have this cleared up completely and make sure that it doesn’t get in my system, they’ve put me on 2 different antibiotics. I felt better before they gave me the drugs.

Now I’m feeling a little achy and sluggish and to top it all off, we’ve had a horrible week of rain and persistent clouds. This has not helped me increase the productive output that I’m usually more attuned to. Which was little to none. This blog, which is supposed to be a therapeutic endeavor, plagues me daily because I can’t think clearly enough to just get something down. I’ve tried channeling Hunter S Thompson and also this insane creative monster, David Choe,  who took Facebook stock in exchange for painting the walls. This guy’s good. I mean mind blowing really great. With my new found “further inferiority complex,” I started to stare at the computer with my eyes open for a while. I usually end up on the flight simulator and pretend to fly around all the cool places I read about.

Somehow though, here I am with the 2nd blog of 2012. I’m getting familiar with WordPress again. My dictation software is another story. The only thing it gets right are the curse words I’m spitting at it because of its shitty dictation skills. I swear, half the time I think technology is synonymous with frustration. I guess it’s gotten me this far. Stay tuned…