finally snapping out of it

Exactly six months ago today, the mental pervert slipped into catatonia. And now that he’s finally snapping his way out of it, he feels like he was lobotomized.

For many, many days, lucid interval proved elusive. And when the “ber” months rolled in, the mental pervert all the more marinated himself in silence. For aren’t the “ber” months said to trigger SAD (sunlight affected depression?), making mental perverts flip during the holidays?

Like a felon visiting the crime scene after serving time for six months, the mental pervert is surprised that few still commented on some posts which this blog had already archived. But paranoid that he is, the mental pervert thinks these were posted by friends who texted him semi-regularly to egg him to post again. One comment got him thinking though that his thyroid cancer might have done a Tour de France. You know, from thyroid to lungs to testicles and back. Cancer spreads, yes, but does it have to follow a downward trajectory?

He’s not making sense, this much the mental pervert knows. But there's nothing odd about it, because if he does, then it can’t get much more pervert than that, right?