Last year, I put together twelve photos of Peter Glazebrook and sent them to London Drugs to be coiled together. His jovial expressions as he presented the grandest of gigantic produce were meant to inspire a superb 2022.
The Anals of Time.
Moon Powered.
The roomie tested positive for covid on Monday, so I toted my survival kit next door to Jordi’s. My survival kit contains a few pairs of socks, underwear, pajamas, and a Ziploc bag full of skincare products in sample-sized containers.
Powering up for 2023.
“Keep your child safe, get all vaccines on time.”–The first line on the print-out the nurse handed me.
I got the Varicella vaccine yesterday afternoon. Yup, just yesterday.
My parents weren’t anti-vax: they were lax-vax.
Continue reading “Powering up for 2023.”Glittery, festive dinosaurs.
In retrospect, I should’ve spent the fall inhaling berries until I was nice and plump, readying myself for hibernation. The most effective way to combat gloom has been with sleep. Can’t be depressed when I’m asleep!
Worrying about how much I worry.
Before I ask the roomie, who may not even know, what do you think the strips of Velcro on the outside of our door frame do?
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