That’s right. I’m BAAAAACK. And thank the gods. I was sick people. SICK. The sickest and most miserable I have ever been in my life. If I’d been cognizant enough to find razor blades we honestly might not be having this conversation. Which has answered one question for me quite well…my pain tolerance? Must be really really low. I never thought of myself as having a super high pain tolerance or anything, but I assumed I was y’know…average. Apparently not, because there are people that live with chronic pain that I’m sure is worse than what I experienced for a mere seven days…and I just…I don’t know how they live. I was absolutely in hell. It’s not quite over yet, I’m still suffering from headaches and a bad cough, and that kind of baby deer just outside of the womb feeling when I walk around in the world, but I’m not spending my hours imagining ways in which I can kill myself or drill holes in my face to release the pain, so it’s a glass half full kind of thing. Anyway, I hope you didn’t all forget about me, and that you’ll come running back now that I’m back… 
Things that happened while I was dead almost dead.
I submitted a letter/question to The Rejecter a few weeks ago, and she published my letter this week and nicely answered my question. Which is awesome, and makes me four for four in my letters submitted/ published ratio, which pretty much solidifies my theory that submitting letters for publication is my only true gift in life and that I should look for a job doing just that. If anyone hears of such a ridiculous job, please let me know as I’m obviously a shoe in.
Adam got his first awesome paycheck at his new job working on a soon to be awesome film. I don’t think I’m allowed to say more than that, but more to come later.
My parents were in Vegas for a late celebration of my dad’s 60th birthday and did NOT win millions of dollars, but DID come away with the shirts on their backs.
My landlord tried to raise my rent by $200 a month for my new one year lease starting in June, which is not totally ridiculous for New York except that they usually only raise it $100, so it was double what Adam and I were expecting. And it acutally IS a bit ridiculous in our case since the Second Avenue subway line construction is barely a block away from us and is insanely loud, AND they’ve never fixed my ceiling from rain damage from last year, AND our hot water kinda blows. So I sent off a desperate pleading email last week before I got sick, and was rewarded with the landlord agreeing to reduce the raise to a mere $100. Yay!
I’m sure there were other things that happened…but either they are just as boring as the facts above, or I haven’t figured out what they are yet…it’s amazing how quickly your life can unravel when you can’t pay attention to it for seven days.
