Flesh and Blood.
I’m so ridiculously tired and I’m gonna type this up anyway, because I’m a bad blogger and want to get better, and the only way to get better is to just MAKE MYSELF DO IT. Nine nights out of ten,…
All happy families are alike.
“Just stay in your side of the bed,” I admonish, “and don’t kick.” “She always kicks me. She always kicks her feet.” “I do not!” “You always get annoyed and kick me–” “I DO NOT–” “Do you two want to…
Human Beings in the Wild.
Jason called this afternoon and was all, So, how’s that entry coming? and I admitted, IT’S NOT. I’ve been trying to write this for six days, and honestly, I think the problem is that when something happens I need to talk about…
Life ad infinitum
A long time ago, like four years ago, Erin and I were having a conversation. About baths. I really loved taking baths, Erin did not like them. “Why?” I wondered. “They’re so relaxing. Hot water, a good book, a drink–…
Bluer than Velvet
Long day. Started with the gym. Stephen Beaver’s been telling Jason the way to do exercises is To Fail, which I’m assuming means Go Until You Die. Like you do pushups to fail, you do crunches to fail. I was…
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