I think I may break my own record and be in bed by eleven.
TWO young men from church visited me at Ann Taylor today. Not one. Two.
The Muse is riding my soul but the body is too tired to yield to writing and must yield to mattress instead. Thank God for beds.
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The Year of More and Less
Life continues apace. I like being in my late thirties. I have my shit roughly together. I'm more secure and confident in who I am....
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The past two Sundays, I've gone with the boss-man to a nearby shooting range and learned to handle a gun. For those of you who know me f...
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I feel compelled by the glass of wine I just sipped to be honest. I'm lonely. Heart-rendingly, agonizingly lonely. For many reasons. Ob...
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Updates: 1. Spine of Satan. I have this interesting condition. An extra (sixth) lumbar vertebra. Whereas the average homo sapiens has 206 ...
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Thanks to the title of this entry, I will have a Blink 182 song stuck in my head all day. Which is okay, because all my papers are done for the week and I don't have to use my brain again until Tuesday.
Hahahaha. I win.
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