by Pierre Le Roux
I am still alive and well. Mostly alive and slightly well. I blame Saturn. Or Jupiter. Whichever is being an asshole. Uranus seems too obvious. You see for the last couple of months I have been feeling a little less gay than usual. I have been exhibiting some odd symptoms that apart from being annoying as fuck also has been adversely affecting my husband. Having to live in Polar conditions when it is summer has taken its toll not only on my husband but our animals too. The animals have been preparing for winter since December, and autumn only just arrived this week. Everyone in the house has been cuddling up under blankets except me. I felt like I was living in a sauna and I thought everyone else were crazy for not realizing this. So this week I decided to visit our village healer (otherwise known as my GP) to get some answers. But the answer I got just pissed me off.