I have five drafts that I need to finish. I also have neuropathic pain. Stimuli that wouldn't be painful normally now defines my existence. Cold or hot water. Cotton brushing my skin. Inhaling. It shouldn't hurt this bad. Potentially, I could have another month like this? Fuck that. Fuck this pain. Fuck shingles. Fuck the fucking fuckwhistles that passed laws limiting all opioids. Fuck them. Fuck their ancestors. Fuck their cows. I wish I was very thin and small. I'd curl up in Better Half's lap and cry into his neck. Everyone needs a pity party now and then.