Junior Mints and French Roast Coffee

I wonder if it's possible to over medicate. Could this be reflected in my ability to find the right end of a roach to draw from? You have to be smarter than the roach, you see. For most people this is achingly simple.
The sugar and coffee medication is not to be overlooked either. The sugar and caffeine keeps you sharp. So what happens when you mix a sharpener with a duller.(is that a word?)

I'm trying to get back on my writing horse. I found a rubber stamp when we cleaned Bud's office that I think will be perfect for my rejection letters. It says: "You have failed again. Start over." It's funny, really. Because I don't see it as a scolding device, but rather a playful reminder. That "Wall of Shame" that almost every creative person has. A vast collection of "I'm sorry, but you're material just isn't right for us. Please look elsewhere."
Bud's office isn't completely clean yet, but we tended to the parts that Bud was most worried about--The reason he asked us to do it was so that these things weren't pitched. And they've been saved. The peculiar feeling of Bud not being in that office anymore....it's unreal. The feud was ended shortly before Bud got sick. And I'm glad. There's something about forgiveness. It's a powerful thing.

My poor Milo's still enduring. Skin and bone, with what my brother affectionately calls a "Buffalo Hump". It's getting to be more of a challenge for Milo to hop up on my lap, but he comes to me. He still purrs. Oh my poor little boy.