Like a Wrecking Ball (but With More Deadlines)

Opening Snark (from the desk of Travis I. Sivart)

Let’s get real. June came in like a wrecking ball, and I didn’t even get to ride it shirtless like Miley. Instead, I got a lovely vacation to the ER, a handful of blood pressure meds, and the kind of medical mystery that makes House raise an eyebrow.

I took some time off to unravel the “Why the hell did my body betray me?” plot twist, and now I’m back, baby—swinging my metaphorical sledgehammer at the keyboard, at reality, and at a story that refus...