Year: 2020

Voluntary victim…

Sara

It’s December. 37 Weeks… We survived November, but I’ll finally believe there’s a chance things will start to change in a positive direction if we get to January 21st without the festering pile of rotting excrement fucking up everything even more than he already has. Thanksgiving was just the two of us at home, and while it was nice to not have the three-day post social gathering hangover recovery, it was really weird. I haven’t… Keep reading…Voluntary victim…

Any place but here…

Sara

Any time but now… Week 33… Tomorrow is fucking election day and we’re completely fucked no matter which way it goes so fuck everything forever. I had many ideas and intentions to make this more like a real blog post but…FEH. I’m so fucking tired. Mentally, physically, emotionally FUCKING EXHAUSTED. So here is a barely half-assed lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. This word count is one of the only things helping me hold on… Keep reading…Any place but here…

I could scream forever…

Sara

Shush, Patrick. 28 Weeks… (Or the top of 29, but who’s counting?) I just… The news… It never fucking ends… I…don’t want to talk about it. We’re a month out from the election and I have absolutely zero faith anything good will come out of it no matter which way it goes (Oh, but we all know how it’s going to go.) All I know is that I am sitting at critical mass over here… Keep reading…I could scream forever…

Eleven…

Sara

This is not a recent picture. But it is a very accurate depiction of US. Him making me laugh as I’m taking dumb pictures. And critters. Critters everywhere. There is no one else in the world I’d rather weather a global pandemic with. Eleven Years. — (I Choose You by Sara Bareilles) — I Choose You Sara Bareilles

Ain’t no way around it…

Sara

Here we are in the throes of WEEK 24. But really, who’s counting anymore? Everybody. Everybody is counting. Or maybe it’s just me. Anyroad. 1.) Insomnia is back with a vengeance lately. It may or may not have something to do with the fact that last week and this week Bob has had to go into work to cover support for someone who is out on vacation and those duties can’t be done remotely and… Keep reading…Ain’t no way around it…

Pretty ain’t a job…

Sara

Week 20… Five months… I haven’t written a real blog post in a very long time. By “real” I mean, a blog post with a lot of words for the sake of a blog post with a lot of words and not these snippet things that are just a lead-in to my monthly Last.fm stats. It’s not for lack of trying…mostly. I’ve started countless drafts that eventually ended up in the trash because it just… Keep reading…Pretty ain’t a job…