I was sick, not Covid.

Probably the longest sick time of my life. It feels like two weeks, probably less, but you know what I mean. It has dragged out... could it be I'm aging? Who the fuck knows. I didn't do much... even adding the Progress Report tag to this post feels like a betrayal to all I hold dear.

Good news is it wasn't Covid (Who knew regular diseases still dared to attack us? It's a funny old world) and I'm feeling much better now. I'm still coughing, still feeling dumb, still feeling angry but too weak to go rioting... but definitely not burning up and writing mad stuff on the walls of my flat. I mean it DOES look good, but for the life of me, I can't remember what "Beware the moth-folk" was about in the first place, or why my kitchen's ceiling is covered with the phrase.

I did watch Wellington Paranormal (still like Flight of the Conchords better, but it's fun) and Loki, which is the best Marvel "thing" I've watched so far, so... there's that. Aaaanyway, back to writing. This time hopefully something I can use for Ben X.

Later, moth-folk,

Newman.