Back to it!

For me, the storm is past, the war is over. The battle won. The enemy in ruin and retreat. Yeah, that's a little cheesy even for me. The point stands however, the bug is gone and i'm feeling fine, like, 99% of normal. Don't really know what it was nor do I care, I do not suffer a downed enemy. Further more, my muse has apparently recovered, at least partially as I managed a thousand plus words of progress today. So, maybe we'll see an update by the weekend? Can't really say for sure, but, ya never know...
Also, this is our twentieth blog post, thought that was kinda cool considering how few we seem to do. I don't know, maybe i'm just rambling over nothing. Either way, it's nice to feel good again, thanks to all yall who sent me well wishes, that was nice of you. To those who didn't, you shall receive a smelly week old trout in your mailbox.
One last little reminder for you, the polished chapters for Infinity's End will start going up after the next update, they will be pretty much the same so don't worry about reading them if you don't feel like it, the biggest thing will just be changing certain words to make it read better as well as maybe fleshing certain scenes out a tad. Also going to make the flashbacks from the first chapter more...tolerable?
Well, that about sums up what I had, Jake, you have anything to add?

~Getting back to the grind stone that is my keyboard, Dollars.

Actually I do have a bit to add. I've been saddled as the new barracks manager because the supply section on my base is short two people. So I have been very busy learning and doing that new job. I can't wait to get the hell out of Missishitty and do my REAL job. The office is a freaking train wreck and I'm getting shit for its current state even though events before my arrival shaped it into the utter shitstorm it is now. The base's new Commanding Officer is arriving tomorrow as well as two or three colonels. Fucking colonels, really? So everyone on base is freaking out about the importance of our soon-to-be visitors and I'm just sitting here like "fuck this, fuck that, fuck all of you babies freaking out about old people with shiny metal on their uniforms, oh hang on let me fix this, then that, HOLY FUCKING COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE!!! Physical therapy, called in after hours for work, grumble grumble, whine complain, Jake's a whiny turd."

-Keeping it together on the outside, Jake.