Okay, so I'm a week behind on beer reports. I don't care, and so I certainly can't expect anyone else to care. Not that anyone ever did anyway.

I'm doing it again, I see. Writing this for other people instead of for myself. I hate it when I do this. It means that I stop writing about the mundane boring bullshit that I use for a life, and I either don't write anything or I write something else that gets me into trouble.

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So the other day I was thinking about a couple of tough things that I keep having to do. The first thing is acting somewhat like a normal person, sometimes. The second thing is dealing with pain.

I can do either of those things.

I can act so much like a normal person, sometimes, that sometimes I even start to fool myself into thinking that maybe it's not an act. And I've already gone through, and recovered from, so much pain in my life that I know that I can handle anything.

But what I can't do, what I can't do is act normal and deal with pain at the same time.

This is my current problem.

I was slapped in the face, then punched in the gut, then kicked in the nuts, all in the span of about an hour. All three things hurt me deeply, both because they happened and because of from whom the blows came. Doesn't matter that these things might have been were probably unintentional. Sometimes apathy is worse than cruelty.

I can deal with it, though. It's just pain, after all. Pain and I, we're old friends now.

But don't expect me to act normal while I deal with it.