No Such Thing As Spring

If this cold weather, coupled with all the shit in the air, doesn't go away soon, I'm going to be bedridden, paralysed by painkillers and breathing through a tube. After sitting outside for two hours trying to clear my pipes, I am cold in my bones, which is not sitting well with all the pulled muscles I've gotten from the last two weeks' allergy attacks.

Hence, I'm not writing much here, or anywhere, because it's getting difficult to hold a train of thought for any length of time. Took me...