Let the resting begin

Apparently I’m always throwing in extra apostrophes. I seem to also live on commas. I’m trying to learn punctuation after 35 years of writing poetry in which I could always claim it wasn’t necessary to use any proper punctuation or capitalization.
I’m also still primarily a four to six fingered typist, although my speed has increased a lot and I have begun to be able to slightly memorize where keys are.

I watch youngsters typing and get so annoyed. They seem to be born typing. I remember the big deal in school where the teachers would try to convince you to take typing because “it will help you in college”. Going on to explain that you would get better grades with typed papers than hand written.
I always thought I wasn’t ever going to college and if ever I did, I would pay someone to type for me. The good part is that the rate at which I currently type is only slightly slower than my minds ability to not just compose, but edit and rephrase. That way I can write close to finished copy at my current speed.
I am glad I didn’t type in the time before word processing though, I cant imagine having to type and retype because of a couple little mistakes.

I am so horribly allergic to caffeine. It really sucks. I am so struggling with this right now. I normally have one lovely bigass cup of tea per day right? Well for example Saturday I had three teas and a coffee. Yesterday I had two teas and two coffees. All during finals I was living on cigarettes and caffeine. And my cigarette consumption which I am normally able to hold to 14 a day? I’m up to 20 - 22.

I am going to try to take advantage of this break where I have no classes of any kind, and no band practices and very few appointments, to try and cut these both back significantly. So I’m putting you all on notice that I could easily become very cranky over the next two weeks. Especially during the part where I’m not only cutting down the caffeine but still have the EXTREMELY PAINFUL internal cysts that are the allergic reaction still occurring.

And the cat? I’m so fucking relieved to tell you that she’s now eating quite a bit relatively speaking.
She’s still like a feather to pick up. And like a little wildcat to get medicated.
I think she probably went from 6 to 4 pounds. But we’re feeding her pretty much anything she wants to eat and will continue, for likely a couple months.
Having watched some elderly humans go through similar episodes I suspect the likelihood that this is just the beginning of an eventual decline. I see that each of these episodes are harder and harder to bounce back from for my older friends. So I’m mentally preparing for that possibility. I also still have to cogitate the idea that it might turn out to be cancer. But for now I will just celebrate the fact that she’s bitching for tuna.