Why the quiet?
So, lately, I’m not writing much. My blog posts are rather short, I’m not really e-mailing people. I’m really not “talking” much to anyone. This is because my thumb, the thumb I use for tapping the little switch I use for typing, has decided to quit working. It’s been a really slow decline up until the last two weeks, during which my ability to move it has steadily tanked. On Monday I received a certified letter from my thumb telling me to, quote, “fuck off.” I found this gesture to be a little uncalled for, considering the years we’ve spent together.
Nevertheless, my thumb is quitting, definitely. It’s kind of disturbing, definitely isolating, but not surprising. After the last three years, absolutely nothing surprises me. Zombies could show up tomorrow and I’d think to myself, “yes, this seems right.” I am Jack’s total lack of surprise.
There are, however, lots of other switches. I’m looking into eyebrow switches, I’m going to get something as soon as possible, I just don’t have that something right now. So, if I’m quiet for a bit, this is why. I’m not being lazy or ignoring anyone. I’m not particularly happy about it, but these things happen.
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