Hi Darling Ones, It’s always a little weird to come back here after a momentous event and be all cha-cha-cha I listened to a song today and it made me think of things. At the same time, it’s really weird how, in the age of social media, people feel the need to make public proclamations about momentous events so you know where they stand. This is super hypocritical of me, because I love to make public proclamations on unmomentous things…
Hi Darling Ones, When I was a self-destructive twenty-two-year-old college student I used to spend a lot of time on a bench outside of Hibbard Humanities Hall smoking cigarettes. It was the mid-90s and you could still smoke on benches attached to buildings. While I don’t think I consciously timed it, I wasn’t organized or cognizant enough of the actual time, I could frequently be found outside on that bench puffing away as the cross country team ran past. Despite…
Dear Darling Ones, My intent today was to write about how much I hate being busy. I was gonna elaborate on how busy people are usually really fucking boring and how nobody wants to hear how busy you are. I wanted to say how I hope one of the things we take out of the pandemic is the ability to not be so busy all the time. As I formulated my argument I realized how privileged I am to get…
Hi Darling Ones, Last night in the time between putting down Mary Karr’s The Art of Memoir and before deciding if I had to turn on Frightened Rabbit*, I had two thoughts. The first thought that popped into my brain was, I’m gonna die in my sleep because of some vaccine complication. I think it was the last of my vaccine-related anxiety kicking me in the crotch on its way out. The second thought that popped into my brain was,…
Dear Darling Ones, I would like you to know I considered “Woah, we’re halfway there” as a headline but went with Wilco because while I was waiting for my vaccine this morning the local oldies station, KOOL 108, played “Bad Medicine” by Bon Jovi. That seemed like more than enough Bon Jovi for one momentous occasion. Long before the entire world became copycat angry hermits I’ve joked about being feral. And to be honest, it’s only kind of a joke….
Hi Darling Ones, My anxiety is off the charts at the moment, which means I sleep all the time. I have two ways of dealing with anxiety: talking about it incessantly until someone wants to murder me or sleeping. Since I’m a lonely old spinster who lives alone there is nobody to chatter at. Instead, I’m sleepy all the time. Today I’ve taken two short naps after getting a solid seven hours of sleep last night. I’m already looking forward…