Anyway, there's a reason for my current state of exhaustion. As it turns out, obsessively attending to The Anti DC each and every day -- and often several times per day -- has led to a fairly self-destructive lifestyle. I can no longer sleep for more than five hours at a time. I've stopped eating dinner because I'm too busy typing. Standing awkwardly on a stool and staring into my dirty bathroom mirror, I see how my current
The Anti DC is an obsession, albeit, a rather entertaining (hopefully) and somewhat productive one, but an obsession nonetheless. And too much of anything usually ends in shambles. So, to avoid the pitfalls of writing while on the verge of passing out all the time, I'm going to be taking a short hiatus. I need a nap. I need a meal of food. I need to crack my knuckles and just chillax without thinking for once (like our government). But don't fret over (or, um, get too comfortable with) my e-absence because, as with most addicts, I'll probably fall off the wagon in a couple of days...max...with some stories to tell and some exceptionally messed up sh*t to mock.
So, until we e-meet again (soon),