I feel so tired. Just sleepy and dull and lazy and I just want to crawl into bed and pull up the covers. I don’t allow myself that though Guilt would not allow me to enjoy it properly So I believe I have overtaxed myself in the goals department I published that list of writing …
"I am a writer/artist-type person and I want to share my writing/art. Why? ..."
"The Awareness thing is..."
"The truth is that if you announce on social media that you might have a real problem something beautiful and exciting happens where people show their support." [...]
"Just my fancy way of saying, shall we call it something different? "God," that is? (The cat part comes later.)" [...]
I was seated next to the host. I wore a pink wig and black boa; he wore ghoulish makeup and a faux knife through his head.
"I’m a lot like a trucker in some ways."