Here’s a funny moment for you:
Yesterday I was getting set to schedule this moderately upbeat/hopeful semiautobiographical story to run on my upcoming 31st birthday (December 11).
But when I looked at the trajectory of the other posts I have coming up this year, I realized that my oeuvre is just too damn bleak for any smidge of hope right now.
And so I have scheduled that post to run on my 32nd birthday. Who knows what I’ll be repressing by then!
Much love,
Schlomo
PS thank you for all the love on recent posts, I love my writing and I’m glad you weirdos do, too.
