I fell on some ice and slid down a hill.
It was dope.
I fell on some ice and slid down a hill.
It was dope.
Cranberry slaw.
I feel as if I’ve grown three decades over the course of the last 365 days. Let’s see what the next year has in store.
It is an accomplishment every time my car (Nora, the golden 1995 Toyota Camry) starts.
Literally.
Like, I get a Steam notification and everything.
It’s called sleep apnea. It probably isn’t doing any damage to me anymore.
I still have all the same feelings about this story today that I did yesterday.
This is not a judgement and is not remotely funny. It was just an event I observed.
The first step towards helping with problems in an honest way is to talk about them in an honest way. I like to think that’s what I’m doing here, but am I? I don’t know.
In this issue, Jesse uses a fancy toilet.
I haven’t given up on myself quite yet. And neither have my friends, thankfully.
Sleep and I are not friends. This new medication seems to be trying to change that.