Crimson Tears: The Scorpian Kid

It's been a while since I've posted, and for that I apologise. It's not for any lack of things happening in my life, I assure you. In fact, it's been the opposite which has stopped me from posting in this space. I've had that much on my plate recently that I think for the first time in a long time that I'm stressed. But we'll get to that.

The first order of today's post is to congratulate Arctic for his win of the Phoenix Process sub-column. I guess it just goes to show that living with me for any length of time offers some insight into the way I work. I don't know how accurate that is, but I think it's a fairly fair assumpion for everyone.

Ok, so now I have to try and cram the last month into a very short post, because I'm kinda being a little rude.

At the moment, we have Matty staying with us. I'm really enjoying him being here, because he injects a life into the house that I feel we are missing. His vitality and youthful enthusiasm are two valuable assets to have over this break, and the longer he stays the more strength his presence brings me. It's odd really, I mean, I already liked him, but him being here for a week or more has got me feeling better than I had when he wasn't here. He's a champ and I'm enjoying playing big brother... I guess that's the bottom line, I act around him the way that I would act around my own brothers... so we both get something out of it, because I think Arctic was right when he said that Matty looks up to us, as big brothers and sisters.

Anyways, I got nothing else I can really talk about at the moment, I've got so much to say and so little time. I'll try and edit this post later so that I can work things out in a better setting, but now is not the time I don't think. Stay well folks, and I'll see you all soon.

Oh, and the second installment of the sub-column is now open for buisness. Best of luck. I would be answering questions from last week, but Arctic doesn't have anything he'd like to ask me.

I'm done. See ya'll laters.

"We can rest contentedly in our sins and in our
stupidities, and anyone who has watched gluttons shoveling down the most
exquisite foods as if they did not know what they were eating will admit that we
can ignore even pleasure. But pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers
to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It
is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world."

-C.S. Lewis

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