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What's the use? I can't type anyhow.
Private hells are not for the faint of heart.
This has been a bad two weeks.
I can't get over how bad my dexterity has gotten and what
has gone with it. I had to let out a muffled cry in the
bathroom on Sunday before going over to Veronica's
parent's house for dinner. It's almost a wonder I can
manipulate anything in these tattered mitts. Always
dropping things, dealing with curled fingers, and losing
where my hands are when not in front of my face.
I'm not the only one being let down. I find it hard to
talk about these things out of mouth to face.
Veronica deserves more from me, but I deserve more out of
my body - life. It's hard to do X without Y and Z.
So I re-quit pot, cut down beer and try to pull back on
the throttle to right the ship.
Joe Swanson, you damn catalyst.