
Sometimes there are too many people in a room, even for an extrovert like me.

Sometimes there are too many people in a room, even for an extrovert like me.

What’s that? I didn’t hear you.

Getting a little obsessive with the gaming lately.

Just my anxious brain making something of nothing. Again.

A few extra hours of sleep, a couple of hours doing nothing with my partner, and a few hours of sunlight outside, and suddenly I was a new person.
I’m sure it was just a coincidence, though.

I’m not saying that sleep is a cure for everything, but … well … it’s a cure for everything.
But I still kind of hate it.

These patterns are repetitive. These patterns are exhausting.

I am not great at receiving gifts. Especially when I am in no way expecting them.

Yes, I stole a Simpsons joke.

I think that a lot of people may assume that I do some of the things that I do to protect others because of my feminism. But it’s often to protect me, as well.