March. On one hand, it’s already March. On the other, is it 2029 yet? It feels like there have been 2,029 days in this year so far. February was too much insomnia, too much homicidal rage, too much…too much. The Etch-a-Sketch brain is being batted around by bored cats. The number of times I have to keep reminding myself of things I need to do and then promptly forgetting is offensive and infuriating. I’m pretty…
Insomnia is being a real bitch, but at least I have new Matt Nathanson music to occupy my brain. It’s nine songs and only has a 29 minute playtime. Because Matty Nay is the King of Short-Ass Albums, apparently. King of Un(Simple) – 29 minutes Boston Accent – 35 minutes Sings His Sat Heart – 32 minutes Show Me Your Fangs – 35 minutes Last of the Great Pretenders – 39 minutes Modern Love –…
It’s great when I go to bed tired, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, and then I sleep for about an hour and then I’m wide awake. And annoyed. So I can either stay in bed and be salty about it while staring at the ceiling (or my phone), or I can get up and be salty about it and maaaybe accomplish something. Preferably on the writing front. Or just let Jinx pick…
December. Right then. Wednesday morning after Bob went downstairs to work, I went back to sleep. Like I do. Approximately two hours later, I was ripped from sleep by the loudest fucking alarm I have ever heard in my life. At first I thought it was an Amber Alert on my phone, but I quickly realized that was not the case. It took a few more seconds for my head to clear enough to realize…
And by ordinary I mean, it’s some late hour in the middle of the night and I’m not sleeping. Week 111…ish… It’s the end of April. Weather keeps swinging between hoodie weather and sub-freezing in 24 to 48 hour periods as Minnesota is wont to do. I recently had to be out of the house three days in a row and every single day it was pouring rain and snowing at the same time. It…
TL;DR — Sara says FUCK a lot. July. There’s a four-letter word if there ever was one. According to my computer it is 9:17 AM on July 26th. And since this is the lead-in to the monthly Last.fm stats for June, the fact that it’s almost August should tell you how great of a month July has been for my brain. NOT GOOD, KIDS. It’s Week 70…ish. Are we still counting weeks? When do we…
