Coolcoolcool, so while I was sitting here waiting to decide if my symptoms (shortness of breath, hyper-vigilant edges with gooey fatigued interior, sweaty feverishness) indicate a) Coronavirus or 2) hypochondria or C) impeding panic attack, I remembered I forgot to tell you a tiny tidbit of embarrassment. THIS WILL NOT
Today’s my dad’s one year death anniversary. Mostly, I’m feeling it was a dick move for him to die on a holiday, because my husband was all HAPPY VALENTINES DAY! And it felt obligatory to say back to him YES BUT ALSO DEATH ANNIVERSARY. I don’t think my husband knew
Coming at you fresh from that dream where you get drunk and do something extraordinarily stupid. Then wake up gasping from the horror of it all, and your body feels hung over, and you at once believe it was all real, ALL OF IT. OMIGOD, I DONE FUCKED UP, LIFE
Due to A Series of Uninteresting Events, I’ve been jogging predawn since school started. At first, a weirdly intimidating experience: the shadowy silence, the inverse world quality, the recovered memory/realization I hadn’t stealthed around a sleeping neighborhood since sneaking out during high school. After a lifetime of being taught to
Last night, as I took my birth control pill, I noticed something was off. I’d taken Monday’s pill. It was Sunday night. A moment’s sleuthing revealed I’d either taken two pills some previous evening and only last night realized the mistake. Or possibly, forgotten to take birth control for a