Have you ever?

Certainly.

And several times today.  😒

Have you ever decided you're going to clean the hell out of a room? Strip that bitch basically down to the sheet rock and fix EVERYTHING?

Yeah.

That's how I roll.

Our Maker decided not to give me a "moderation" button. They're like...nah. This cow be chaotic, and we love it.

Cool.

Cool.

I will pull shit out of every drawer and closet. Flinging it here, there, and wherever. Then my cheeks sit in the middle and sort. It's tedious, but oh-so-satisfying.

Except.

Except when chronic pain hits a third of the way through, and I'm questioning my life choices. Except when I gaze about, and my eyes glaze over because it's a teeny-weeny-bit more than I anticipated. Just a smidge.

And then...it happens.

Are those all the socks I have? 

Is that my journal from 2012?

Do I even own mascara?

Finally found those damn pants. Remember when...?

Oooooo...what is THIS?

You feel me. 

You have been DE-railed.

As I'm fighting pneumonia and down with the sickness, I've tried to use time that I'm not horizontal into putting together an Inman Books catalog. It would have been viable before my rights were returned for earlier books, but it's exceptionally timely now.

I know there's an easier way to do this, but I'm hands-on-ing the living shit out of it, and it's been a great connector to me and my works. 

A book per page. 

But THEN!!!

Since I changed my PayPal to a business account, I had the most brilliant idea to make that my payment hub. Because of course I did.

And what the good fuck am I doing now, you ask?

Oh. My short, sick little ass is copying code like I know something.

Of course, I DO remember (with my short OLD ass), when you could create your own website and plug in code. And, there was always MySpace. 

But I didn't ask for this. There was no sign up.

Let's bottom line this bullshit.

Why, in this world or any of the others, do you think anyone can simply snap, crackle, and pop this stuff together like magna-tiles?

My wee grey matter is focusing on two different screens and three different problems. Putting code in? Sure, right after I fly to the moon and operate on my own brain.
I canna do it.

But hey! Let's at least try. 😶

Chaotic Cow with a mission.