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I feel like shit. I could probably end there, and just let that be my post for the day. But I keep putting “write” on the schedule that I don’t follow. I’d kind of like to cross that off my list. So, I feel like shit. And that isn’t a new thing at all. Which
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I once, according to my dad’s telling of the tale, came downstairs from my room, obtained a jar of jam from the refrigerator, took a spoon from the silverware drawer, and started to eat jam directly from the jar. When Dad questioned me, and asked what I was doing, I became defensive. Whatever was happening
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The other night, I was watching the latest episode of How to Get Away with Murder. And I won’t let loose any spoilers, because only asshats let loose spoilers from the best and most intense cliff-hanging shows. (I’m looking at you, people on the train loudly discussing plots and outcomes that we financially challenged people
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As the New Year rolls in, I am in my party dress, sipping a cocktail, and typing at my desk. I suppose I knew at the start of the evening that this would be its conclusion, but I always hope for an outcome that isn’t me alone with my keyboard and my liquor. That hope
Learning To Be Whole 