Three years ago my dad died. Guess this was knocking around in my head the last couple of days without coming to the forefront of my mind.
So that’s rad.
Happy Valentines Day
I love each and everyone one of you! No, really.
This Valentine’s Day begins with a breakup story: I deleted my Reddit account. Having an account didn’t feel like it was bring much value to my life: the upvoting, downvoting or commenting on random things. Nobody cares. After all I have my own platform to write stuff that nobody cares about.
No Valentine’s Day is complete without sweets. I purchased five pounds of candy from Jelly Belly. What the hell is wrong with me? But candy is fun.
Fiction
I think the only way that you and I can make this work is to understand that this is all a work of fiction.
Change
…is afoot. I’m getting ready to close one chapter in my life and (re)open another. The prospect of it is stupidly keeping me up at night, while I bandy it about in my head like a plaything, not achieving anything productive in its course. I think it will make me happy. In the end, it is change, and as this very odd year comes to a conclusion, that is what I crave.
Pretty Little Prison
This second wave of Covid has further extended the need to quarantine. And it sucks. I suppose there are worse things in the world than to be stuck in the sticks away from people during a global pandemic. I’ve been here over a year, and during that time, only four months not under restriction. But with those four months during winter, when you don’t want to do much exploring anyway, held in by the warmth of the house.