I hardly think this is the time for panicking

I don't know if you all recall, but a few weeks ago I went to the ER for lower abdominal pain. Well, since they couldn't find anything, it's still a thing. It's a manageable twinge of pain that comes and goes.

But, good news! I have narrowed the causes of my pain to two sources: stress, or more likely, voodoo magic.

The problem is that I have no idea who I pissed off and who has access to magic powerful enough to make a very effective voodoo doll of me. So I suppose this means I have to get to New Orleans to find someone to help me break this curse, since I can't find who has the doll and convince them to stop. Road trip anyone?

Or you know, I could take up yoga or something to help me decompress, since despite my wishes for voodoo curses; this is definitely stress. Except, I don't like yoga. And I messed up my back...again.

I do however like to make coffee and sit in cemeteries, contemplating life. But it's getting too cold to spend my weekends there. I woke up to snow on my car this morning and I don't have waterproof gloves. I mean I don't drive my car on a daily basis, but as I stood in the kitchen, looking at my snow-covered car and making coffee, I realized I am not ready for winter.

To be honest, I am not ready for a lot of things. But I am not going to get into that again. We have had this conversation many times. None of us are ready for anything. But it's cool. We'll get through this, together.

I just gotta keep it together in the meantime, which some days is easier said than done. I've explained this at length to Trisha, and I don't think it's something I should discuss on the rather public forum.

I had the realization yesterday that I kinda miss writing papers. None of my classes this semester require papers, and it's kinda killing me. Semester-long group projects are the bane of my existence.

In any case, I am not sending out a distress signal, for once. This is just a signal. Just a friendly little tap on the shoulder, to remind you all that I am, in fact, alive and I am thinking about you all.

This song has been on loop in the background because it makes me think of, in Trisha's words "kickin' ass and chewing glass" so I've been stomping around campus listening to it

Also, are you guys familiar with Necropolis by Jake Wyatt?

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It's this pretty badass webcomic that's in the making. It's about a girl who goes around kickin' ass, she goes by Third Sword, which is her title not her name.  I want to cosplay as her so badly.