Because it wouldn't be a blog without complaining

I still feel like crap. My throat is still raw and I'm exhausted all the time. There are so many things around here that need to be done and I can't keep up with them all, especially since I'm running myself ragged. If somebody doesn't vacuum the living room carpet soon, it's going to rise up and destroy us all.

I'm still doing my writing, because that involves sitting and being in a weird trance state. Raising a kid, though? I'm failing. Not that he minds doing whatever the hell he...