(I know it's late. I've just had Dr. Pepper this time, I promise.) Tonight was going to be super cool. Last month I bought not just a ticket, but a VIP TICKET to see Patton Oswalt- my favorite comedian- on a livestream show. How awesome, right?! The chance to see my favorite comic for the … Continue reading blogging for when you need to stave off a nervous breakdown
No one ever told me how panic attacks can be quiet. How you can wake up in a beam of sunlight with a soft cat draped across your ankles and you can still feel a little like you're dying. I feel a little like I'm dying. Nothing happened. Nothing new. I read the story again … Continue reading on panic
Breathe. This is what I write to myself in my planner lately: Run (ha, sure, we'll see, you sad sack), find a job, figure out your fucking shit, get yourself together, stop being such a waste of space, STOP BEING A FUCKING FAILURE, YOU STUPID FUCKING IDIOT. Breathe. I cannot. I think I might be … Continue reading i don’t know. i’m sad.
At the Camden Town tube station, a helpful sign promised me that the ZSL London Zoo was somewhere to my right. Three different streets jutted out in a right-ish direction from the station, though, and I still didn't understand how to figure out which street I was on in London. Which right was the right … Continue reading chasing tortoises (and courage) in camden town