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!
PS thank you for all the love on recent posts, I love my writing and I’m glad you weirdos do, too.