My loathing for insomnia is rivaled only by my self-loathing when I have insomnia.
November 11th, 2015
November 10th, 2015
When I moved into this apartment, it almost doubled my monthly rent. I viewed it as an investment in myself. A chance to prove to myself (and anyone who cared to challenge me) that I could do this. That I could come home to an empty space every night. That I could keep it together. And I did.
November 9th, 2015
That last panel should probably be my next tattoo.
November 8th, 2015
It was just a TIA or mini-stroke and he’s recovering exceptionally well according to his doctors, but I’m not quite done with my Dad yet. I need him to stick around at least a little while longer.
November 7th, 2015
There’s a chance I’m a big sap.
November 6th, 2015
November 5th, 2015
I feel better about myself than I have, but I still feel like a stranger in this body sometimes.
November 4th, 2015
Kara injured her foot and had to use a motorized shopping cart.
It never stopped being hilarious.
November 3rd, 2015
I am practically made of subtlety.
November 2nd, 2015
Yeah, they’re women of color living in the whitest city on the planet and they’re snarky and funny and …
I’m not making my case here very well, am I?