As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one song by that title.
Also: Sometimes my life feels like magical realism.
As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one song by that title.
Also: Sometimes my life feels like magical realism.
My loathing for insomnia is rivaled only by my self-loathing when I have insomnia.
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.
That last panel should probably be my next tattoo.
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.
There’s a chance I’m a big sap.
I feel better about myself than I have, but I still feel like a stranger in this body sometimes.
Kara injured her foot and had to use a motorized shopping cart.
It never stopped being hilarious.
I am practically made of subtlety.