Thoughts on inside voices.
I made a thing. It’s not pithy but I like it. Continue reading Thoughts on inside voices.
Time passes.
This is a rarity: I almost never write directly onto the platform. Doing so precludes the repeated editing and revising I like to undertake before ultimately binning my efforts. I’ve dissolved attempts a plenty this past week, including a whiny, self-indulgent rant about family – been there, done that – and a piece on the increase in my self-mutilating behaviour that was flip and shallow … Continue reading Time passes.
Thumbs down. No more Lysol.
I like the Method brand of spray cleaners. They come in pretty colours and they smell good, especially the grapefruit version. The French Lavender might be a touch strong. They also work, something many product manufacturers don’t seem to worry about. You can even use it on wood, perfect for the lazy cleaner who hates walking back to the kitchen to grab a different spray. … Continue reading Thumbs down. No more Lysol.
Too much pain today.
I’m not being metaphysical. I’m struggling with pain today. Real pain. Body pain. My hips, to be specific, and not in a conversion kind of way. Because I’ve done conversion too. But transmuted pain mostly doesn’t feel like someone is slamming you in the back of your pelvis with a sledgehammer. At least they’re using a small one. It’s not that I want to be … Continue reading Too much pain today.
