The one where I give an update
Some folks have asked me for an update. To say "I'm fine" would be like the answer you give when the plastic containers cascade from the top shelf in the kitchen and you say-- sotto voce --"Fucky McShitstain" and your husband who's hard of hearing says "What's the matter?" and you realize that your voce wasn't as sotto as you thought, and you say "I'm FINE" (bonus points if you sing it). That's the kind of fine I am. I'm getting more used to the crazy skin that I'm in--Stefanie 2.0, as I call it--and I'm fine what with the pandemic and the election and OH MY GOD, could we go ONE DAY without the dumpster fire that is 2020 throwing some unparalleled shit our way? I for one could go for some really boring, paralleled shit right now. But everyone's had a crap 2020, and the only reason you're here is to get away from that mess and to read up on my stroke, and the people-pleaser in me gives folks what the...
