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  • For What It’s Worth

    For What It’s Worth

    Yesterday started off really well for me, talking on the phone with my mom about all sorts of things. I wanted to share a couple of them with The Boyfriend, when he finally came downstairs. He prepared a bowl of cereal and I excitedly asked if we could talk. While standing at the bottom of…

  • Finally Back Home

    Finally Back Home

    Welp… it’s 4-something in the morning, because “Fall Back” Daylight Saving Time (anyone else call it “savings”?!) Shenanigans, and here I am doing a catch-up on my bloggening, after having spent a week and a half in Arkansas. I tried to do it while I was gone, but only managed a couple days of that…

  • The Egg Theory

    The Egg Theory

    I came across this gem ages ago and still love to read it once in a while. I’ve also provided an animated YouTube video that goes along with it. Sometimes, I ponder what the point of everything is, what are we even doing, and other such life and purpose related things. As such… this one…

  • Painful Sleep

    Painful Sleep

    This bout with the meds and shit really screwed things up for me. Not shocking, it DOES happen, but fuck me is it frustrating. I hate it. Trying to find medicine to help me with pain (or “happiness”) is like finding needle in a haystack. And? Even if it works, the side effects are unbearable…

  • Through My Eyes

    Through My Eyes

    Disclaimer: This is legitimately from MY perspective, feels/thoughts and all. I understand how irrational some of it might seem to the outside world, and I’m fine with that. The noise of Mars and Fluffybutt scratching at each other through The Boyfriend’s door jolts me awake. I’d been fending Comet off for half an hour and…

  • It’s the Little Things

    It’s the Little Things

    Life has a way of showing up in varying degrees of defining moments. Sometimes, these moments are “good” and have a positive effect. But a lot of times, life hits you in the gut and it sucks whale anus, leaving painful ripples behind for much longer than we’d like. Ah, yes… good ole’ Van Damme.…