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There's a specific kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix.
It only fades when the weight of too many obligations is finally lifted.

It is. So, so, so good.

One day you wake up and understand why people get emotionally attached to comfortable chairs.

Being Gen X is realizing the music that defined rebellion now plays in grocery stores.

The older I get, the more I understand why wizards live alone in towers.

Evolution gave me pattern recognition but I mostly use it to anticipate inconvenience.

Sometimes I open a new browser tab just to feel something.

Adulthood is mostly Googling symptoms, reheating coffee, and wondering why nobody taught us how often you have to buy garbage bags.

The sun peeking through a very grey wintery sky.

For weeks the sky has been one long sentence of wintery grey.
Today the sun added a comma. A pause. A small reminder that the story isn't over.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is admit the world is heavy… and still point to something beautiful in it.
That's not denial. That's hope with its sleeves rolled up.

I've never pretended my early work was polished. Growth is ugly at first.
When you used them to diminish me, it felt less like a critique and more like an attempt to freeze me in a moment I was already moving past.

Snoopy snow cone machine where the Peanuts characters stand at the front of Snoopy's dog house. The snow cone ice spits out (spitter) a hole at the center bottom.

Worst glory hole ever.

YouTube video by A Cookbook Collector The Unofficial Zelda Cookbook! Why It's Our Favorite! (+ We Make Meat Skewers)

A great day to make something from this charming cookbook!

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Hi Stewart. Can you DM me? I wanted to reconnect.

A half glass of red wine. The caption reads: Some would say that this glass is half empty. I would say that this glass is telling me that I need to open another bottle.

Naming an airport after Trump makes sense.
He already specializes in departures. Mostly from reality.

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An Olympic silver medal means surviving pressure most of us can't even imagine.
Canada's Women's Hockey Team didn’t just compete, but represented this country with strength, class, and relentless heart.

Want to come over and help me put this Simpsons puzzle together?
[me flirting]

I've been whining about being sick all week.
Today I learned my friend's cancer is back and he is now terminal.
It's the kind of news that makes your whole nervous system go still, and reminds you what hard actually looks like.

Woke up with that stomach-drop panic like my life was being graded and I was failing.
Fear makes us human, but so does the part of us that reaches for routine, for a plan, and for kindness, even with shaking hands.

Having the flu makes you realize how many things you take for granted, like swallowing, standing, and being a person.

I really hate firing potential clients, but sometimes you need to protect your dignity.
Your worth isn't up for negotiation, and neither are your boundaries.

I've started doing this new thing where I buy groceries and then act all surprised when I have to cook them.

I'm a very "one more episode" person and also a very "why am I so exhausted" person.

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I don't dream of being rich. I just want to buy things without doing math.

I'm not a "low maintenance" individual.
I'm just too tired to make demands.
Huge difference.

I'm not ignoring you. I'm just taking my time crafting the perfect response.

Some helpful tips if you found yourself falling into last year's Labubu craze.

Some helpful tips if you found yourself falling into last year's Labubu craze.

What to Do With Your Cursed Labubu Now That No One Wants One – Weekly Humorist

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Here's something funny I wrote for The Weekly Humorist.

What to Do With Your Cursed Labubu Now That No One Wants One