I’m the life of the party.
(Please, do not take offense anyone who I conversed with at said party. This was my baggage I was fighting, not yours.)
I’m the life of the party.
(Please, do not take offense anyone who I conversed with at said party. This was my baggage I was fighting, not yours.)
My internal monologue is mostly a dick.
Insomnia blows.
Good choices.
Slump. Hunch. Vegetate.
My first overnight hike of the year. Clearly, I needed it.
As soon as I felt that anxiety telling me I shouldn’t go that I definitely had to, but it still felt like riding up the hill to the Saint John’s Bridge just to get out of my apartment.
Sometimes, when I talk about how bad things became in my marriage, I get “twitchy.”
Courtesy of Built to Spill’s “Good ‘Ol Boredom.”
Today was a hell of a day.