So far I've had five bunnies as pets in my life. Similar to my reference patterns for dogs (all dogs are puppies regardless of age in human or dog years) - all rabbits are called bunnies, even if they've developed far beyond youth, and even if they aren't cute anymore, or never were. The only… Continue reading I’ll name the next one Dog.
I feel gross. I felt gross all day. I didn't want to get out of bed (not that I ever do). I didn't want to look at myself in the mirror. I didn't know what to wear because nothing felt right and all day I wished I had worn something else and stayed in bed.… Continue reading Blech Friday
I love television, not the actual piece of equipment but the shows that are broadcast on it. It would be more interesting if I just loved televisions - the shape, the size, the variety, the brands, the colors, the static screens, but I don't. I'm not that kind of strange, yet. I hope that televisionphiles… Continue reading TV – Are you my mother?
I never want to go to sleep. Inversely I also never want to wake up in the morning (okay, let's be honest, early afternoon). I could sleep all day, not straight through, I'm not a bear, which I guess don't truly hibernate, so maybe I am! I would take a few pee breaks and wake… Continue reading Sleep – an ongoing game of chicken with the universe
I found this note in the aptly named Notes app of my phone recently. It's from November 2015, almost exactly 2 years ago, 2 years + 2 weeks, which makes me wonder if my depression/motivation is on an eternal loop or somehow connected to the phases of the moon, alignment of the planets or the… Continue reading Note to Self
I was raised a Christian. I was raised in a Christian family. I’m not sure of the most accurate way to describe it. My parents were Christians, although they were married in a Catholic Church. I became a Christian at a young age, but I don’t remember the specific day. Christian churches are a little… Continue reading Call Me
Whoever invented the Murphy Bed, in addition to not having a lot of space and most likely being named Murphy, probably had trouble getting out of bed in the morning. If my bed closed up like a circus on its last day in town every morning I would probably be more motivated to get out… Continue reading Bed
I recently decided to name my depression. His name is Hal, and he's a he because he's a dick. (Sorry fellas) We all know the first step is admitting you have a problem. The second, lesser-known step, is naming your problem. You can't name it something cute or elusive like GlumGlum or Sisyphezche. You have… Continue reading Say My Name, Say My Name.
I picked 'liquid starter' because that's the kind of sourdough starter I keep, feed and raise, but also because of my relationship with liquids. I love liquids: water, coffee, beer, whiskey, juice, fermented juice, etc. I drink every day - sometimes that means alcohol every day which I lie to my doctor about, sometimes it… Continue reading Liquids
I am entering myself into a writing challenge with only myself. I'm going to try to write every day. I'm going to leave the rules pretty loose but I need to write at least a paragraph every day, starting today - October 17, 2017. On days I don't have enough time to write a full… Continue reading Writing Challenge