My roommate and I had a long talk about writing. I explained my book to him and he said he'd read a book about that subject. I'm writing steadily although not that quickly. It's good stuff though, much better than anything I've ever written. More than that, I'm not agonizing over every sentence like I used to. It's coming along very easily and when I go back over what I've written I don't think it's all shit. I'm actually pretty proud of it. Those people I've allowed to read it (very few) have been very surprised at how good it is.
Yesterday there was a book review for a new writer, whose name I don't remember. The book may have been called Ritual of Truth or something like that so I checked out the first few pages on Amazon and it was horrendous. If that book can make it to print there's no way mine won't be. God, it was awful.

I'm limping around because both my feet are fucked. I have planar fasciatis on one, something I've had for years, which got irritated when I went running the other day. Because of that I've been using my left foot, which is fine. Because I've been overusing that I got a huge blister on the bottom of my heel.
Nothing strange about that except it's on the direct center of my heel which means whenever I walk I step right on it. It's also the strangest looking thing ever and since the skin on my heel is thicker than anywhere else on my body, will be here for a while. I have to limber around on tiptoes, which makes me look like a freak. I try not to leave the house.

I would take a picture but my camera melted.

I got a coolass AC/DC Back in Black t shirt last week that's quickly becoming my favorite shirt. I would take a photo of that too but alas...