It rained all day

It matches the kind of day it was. I'm still saddened and shocked by Robin Williams's suicide. I've seen too many celebs and friends die that way. Depression is such a monster.

I feel it nibbling around my edges too. And Mom's. The surgery didn't work and she's looking forward really for this implant to be removed. And somehow it's already time for me to go back home. How the hell the entire summer is gone already I do not know. Mom keeps saying she doesn't want me to go. I don't particularly want to go back to that place myself but there's nothing to do for it.

The only bright spot for me is that I finished parasitology but I had nothing else done. I'm not in good shape for that.

I've run through all the printed stuff I had for Soldiers of the Sun so now I have to look at it on the computer. Harder for me to do. Sigh. I'm at that 'why am I doing this' stage of this. I'll work through it but I'm beginning to think most authors have this 'I suck at writing phase.'

I hurt my arm worse than I thought. I've lost a lot of range of motion thanks to muscle spasms. Sigh.