Not a Draft
175 drafts have yet to be published here. In part, I'm still mourning both my parents' deaths. My brain is fucked up well. I can't remember how to spell a word. I can't type without looking directly at the keyboard. Even then, I still have typos. Don't believe me? Here's something without spell check. My spaker is a sakobs. it's prettr goo whemi need it most. ai cnhear it when its set to 8. Jeff can't herar anything t all. He lost his hearing suddekyl We don't know how. He seess autiology soon. I hope tjeu have naers. Now you can see why [fe slowly ost the ability to rqwight. "My speaker is a Sakob s . It's pretty good when I need it most. I can hear it when it's set to 8. Jeff can't hear anything at all. He lost his hearing suddenly. We don't know how. He sees audiology soon. I hope to have answers. Now you can see why I've slowly lost the ability to write." I fucking hate this shit. I wanted to turn my mother'
