Picking Myself Up

Okay. That does it. I am done wallowing. No matter what it takes, no matter how hard it is, I NEED to get better. I need my old life back. It’s not happening naturally, so I’m going to take matters into my own hands.

A couple of you are asking for details about the date. I still need to process the whole thing, but I’ll talk about it in a video soon.

In the meantime, I need to figure out how to reinvent myself. I’ll need new clothes, since all my old clothes are bloody. I can probably minimize the effects of my decay with a huge tub of hand cream or a stockpile of talcum powder, but I need to figure out what will actually bring my tissue back to life. Maybe some sort of protein powder, or specialized weight training, or some elaborate cloning process? I don’t know, if you have any suggestions, I’d appreciate it.

Come to think of it, we probably all have things we don’t like about ourselves that we just have to accept. How do you deal with it? Do you try to ignore it, or overcome it? How?

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