People listening. Got some, and some amazing ones at that. but a lot of failures today. It’s all I want anymore.

Haven’t written in awhile (obviously). My entire routine is off, which happens when I take time off. I revert to a cat again, staying up late, sleeping in late, and altogether doing what I want when I want. Needless to say, I haven’t gotten a whole hell of a lot done, especially since my mom…

We have these wonderful technologies that can pull us together. But they don’t in the least. I thought, thirty years ago, that this is what we’d do as a race. We don’t. We use this to lie, cheat, steal, take advantage, make war. Message me if you disagree.

Friday. Well, it’s Thursday. I’m lucky enough in America to be able to take days off. I remember jobs I couldn’t do that. I remember jobs where I’d take all the holidays because it was one and a half times pay plus, I had no friends, so working a holiday meant nothing. It was no…

As I mentioned, I was jogging three solid miles every other day and commuting so unabatedly by motorcycle that I’d put my beautiful black, but largely unused Mazda RX3 up for sale, when suddenly, and without warning, I had to stop jogging. I tried several times over a week long period but every time I’d…

I’m in a mood. Frankly, I want to go out drinking and smoking. I’m tired. Tired of the bullshit. And if I could take the week off I would, but I don’t have any more days off. Burnt out. Fortunately I have Friday and next week off. I don’t think I’d be sitting here writing…

Despite my questionable experience with my allergist, I still had a high opinion of doctors when I moved to Portland in 2000. These were people who’d dedicated their lives to people’s health, to save lives. They were intelligent, committed, and sincere in their intentions to help me whenever I wasn’t doing well. That all changed…

I wandered last month, conversations about loneliness. No doubt, I have more, but not this month. I thought I’d try doing something I haven’t done in the past, in my blogging at least: blogging on a theme. So this month, November 2023, I’m going to rant and wander and complain and bitch and explain and…

There were signs. On the 8mm films I’m present in I’m 3, 4, or 5 years old. I seem happy, I’m smiling, and I’m bouncing around, but I don’t seem to be talking. Frequently I hold my right hand over my face, mirroring my dad who’s filming me. I would, until I was at least…

I’ve always struggled, at least as an adult, with having a consistent schedule. Getting up at the same time every day? Good luck. Getting to sleep at the same time. Until much more recently (and with the help of certain medical interventions) it was all but impossible. Going to the gym every day at the…