I swore this was going to be my year.
And here I am ruining my bed time.
Tag: musing
It’s tragic that I love teaching alignment yoga but I abhor the word alignment so very much in a corporate setting.
Is a bagel just a donut that went to the gym and recomped?
The end of this year would mark two decades of World of Warcraft charting my life into strange places.
Goddamn, I’m old.
Sometimes I don’t know what I did to entertain myself before I got the internet.
How hard could it be to find things to do without connectivity, right?
p/s: no coloring books–those coloring books are stressful af; midway through and it’s like a competition with myself to see if I can hang that shit up in an art gallery…
I’m not religious at all but at this point in time I can’t help but wonder if we’re just sitting around waiting for the other two horsemen to show up.
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Leftovers are oddly comforting
Could this be a manifestation of college PTSD?