Risk.

There is always the risk, the risk that this one thing or this cumulative pile of things will be the one that hurts too much, that breaks me – body, heart, mind… me.

What starts as a ranty thought peters out into babble.

Headspace.  Remembering your place. Blah blah blah.  Yet another topic I’ve grown weary of.  (So, yes, I talk about it more.  How much sense does that make?) I think I used to put a lot of importance on the little things, the direct dominance type stuff that would put me in the proper headspace to [...]

Sleep? What sleep?

  Yeah, I got some.  In fact, I slept until nearly one in the afternoon today.  But why, you may ask, when I went to bed at like….  oh…  NINE last night?   In a word — Taylor. See, I’m out of ambien.  This is a huge bummer because I’m a chronic insomniac (and have [...]


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