So. Where to start.
September 25th, there was a bit of an incident. Drunk driver. Really, drunk driver. Not me, the other guy. Leg crushed. Couple broken ribs. Expected assortment of contusions and cuts from the glass. Couple third degree burns from the seatbelt. I'm lucky to be alive, again. I got out of the hospital sometime in early October, I can't remember a lot of specifics right now, too tired. Always tired, now. Short, legal slaughter on the driver when my Dad's lawyers swooped in. He never stood a chance. I don't feel like getting into specifics anyway.
Recently, my dear friend passed away, abruptly, around the past couple months that I've been largely absent from this community and some of my friends online's lives. Cancer. No one knew. Spread too far. I don't fucking know how that even happens. His wife, I suspect unintentionally, overdoses on her medication. Too many pills. Too many different kinds. Too much stress. Figure it out. Their daughter was my god daughter.
Her grandparents stepped in and vied for custody. I won, but I'm not really happy because of it. No, not because I'm an ass, for once, because her life is ruined and there's -nothing- I can do to make it better that I haven't already tried for weeks. I'm planning on moving us to a different city at some point, soon I hope. We're not staying where we are now, for more than a year or two. I've been walking with the help of a cane recently, so I can put some pressure on my leg again, but I just mostly sit, and watch, and run things on my end.
My heart goes out to all of my good friends, the ones I've made in my time spent in this community. You know who you are. I'm just keeping on what keeps on.