I was/am apparently unready to voluntarily take on another stressful situation! If it counts for anything, I do feel guilty about everything I eat now, and am in both a constant state of hunger and probably somehow actually eating more than I normally do, but whatevs. In an unsurprising ode
Homicide Adjacent Murder house sold! Estate taxes sorted! Everything ready to disperse and be done with the financial end of this disaster… except. Unfortunately! According to the will, all Victim’s money should go to Aggressor (wow, that decision aged like milk, as they say). Fortunately! There is this thing called
The slightest bit of passing encouragement has done it’s job, I’m back. In what I hope turns out to be short order, here’s an update: Homicide Adjacent Aggressor is still alive. They still call here, and it has been an grim lesson in how abusive relationships work; there are decades
So I keep waiting to post until there’s a day when nothing really horrible happens, because it seems a little gauche to be all carefree and self-involved in the midst of breaking personal/national/international tragedies. Like, are you not part of the human fucking race over there, Anne? Do you not
Hello, I have a deadline I’m not going to meet, which is always the time I feel I most need to speak with you. Thank you for being part of my maladaptive procrastination! Went to this very beautiful place on Easter Weekend, which came with a case of wine from