
It’s probably a good thing I’d already gone to the bathroom.
It’s probably a good thing I’d already gone to the bathroom.
I may well write about some of these experiences some day. But in much the same way as the eventual writing I plan to do about my summer of going on 3-5 first dates a week, it will be with sufficient distance and fictionalization to protect the innocent (which does not include myself).
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 am the luckiest boy.
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.
Shedding a little light.
Yes, I stole a Simpsons joke.
Trying to be understanding, trying to help.