it's a convoluted mess
Sleep has been an elusive little bastard lately. Though that detail seems a little irrelevant at this moment. I started writing this in the middle of the night, but now I’m editing it in the middle of the afternoon. Because I am efficient like that. I’ve lost count how many times I’ve started and deleted this post in the last twenty-four hours. (More like forty-eight at this point.) In part because I’ve been in a… Keep reading…One eye on the clock…
Insomnia and anxiety are great, I don’t know what you’re talking about. There are so many things I could be writing about, but they’re not getting written because I just don’t have the mental fortitude for it. I write plenty of posts dumping out raw emotions that never get published. They just sit in the drafts folder never to see the light of day. It feels better to purge my brain, and everything I write… Keep reading…Damn these days…
Listen. The whole goddamn world is on fire. And I don’t want to talk about it. Today I have squishy feelings because it was nine years ago that I went on a date with a boy I met on the internet. We sat in a Caribou halfway between our respective homes and talked for eight hours. The weather was snow-raining and gray and cold, which is exactly what is happening outside my window right now…. Keep reading…Nine…
Writing is hard. It’s a very cyclical thing for me. It moves along in stages. What those stages are, how long they last, and whether or not I recognize them as they’re happening all vary on a case by case basis. Right now I’m in the JFC everything is crap stage. It happens. I’ve spent a lot of time staring at my writing folder—like I do—trying to discern what I should be working on. Truth… Keep reading…Swinging at smoke…
I try to keep up with current events in the news so I have at least some idea of what’s going on in the world, but it can really take a harsh toll on my mental health. Especially as of late with the rapidly approaching election and the terrifying prospect of a horrific, degenerate psychopath becoming our next president. Instead… Things that are good… 1.) We ordered new blinds for all of our windows. (All… Keep reading…Emotionally overrun…
Seven years ago I married a boy I met on the internet. Statistically, we should be seeing a decline in our relationship at this point. The Seven Year Itch is something that actually happens according to research. I’d say for us, the longer we’re together, the better we get. Does that make us special? No. Not really. Plenty of people survive statistics. My parents have been married for fifty years. It’s not always rainbows and… Keep reading…The Seven Year Itch…