I didn’t make a single post in the month of May and we’re already approaching the end of June. Generally in the long stretches between posts, I start, revisit, abandon, and/or delete half a dozen drafts trying to come up with something to write that doesn’t make me want to bang my head against the wall. This time around… I don’t think I even really opened WordPress. I’ve barely been writing anything. I started this…
Oh hey. It’s Sunday night insomnia. How’s business? … I had my annual physical and walked out with orders for blood work, a mammogram, a CT scan of my sinuses, and a referral to an ENT doctor. … Blood work showed I have really low iron and need supplements, but this may be a factor in the monthly headaches that render me utterly useless for three days. Though I won’t know for a few…
Writing is hard. Yes, we’re on this again. It’s two-something in the morning as I write this and I’m not even close to being tired enough to go to bed. Which is great because I have an appointment at 10:15 and I’ll be good and exhausted for that. I had a surge of bad anxiety hit right before bedtime and…here we sit. The obnoxious thing about it, is it was mostly innocuous nonsense that spiked…
There is a never-ending shitstorm of bad news from an administration hellbent on destroying people’s lives. Anyone with a single shred of basic human decency can see it. There is a loud consensus as of late that if you’re not publicly screeching about what’s going on in the world, you’re contributing to the problem. If you’re not filling your Twitter/Facebook/Instagram/[insert social media platform of choice] feeds with outrage, you are helping the opposition. Silence equals…
I keep opening up WordPress and staring at my dashboard thinking I need to write something, but mostly I just hear a lot of screaming inside my head. This is because I usually just read the latest headline regarding a certain deranged, blaze orange, narcissistic game show host who’s about to be given free reign over nuclear weapons and all his willfully ignorant and deranged cult followers. But I don’t want to talk about that….
Another year. Another recap. 2017 is the Year of the Rooster. 2011…The House… 2012…Denver and Andy Grammer… 2013…If it Ain’t One Thing… 2014…The Phantom Smoke Stench… 2015…WTF Day Is It… 2016 was The Year of…The Whole Gaddamn World is on Fire… Seriously. It’s been a year. Oh ye gods. It’s a common (proven?) theory that things always get worse before they get better. But how much worse do things have to get before the corner…
