About three years ago, I did something really, really, really stupid. I started a Patreon and made promises.
I hate being tired. It sucks. When there’s so many things to do, so many things to write about, exhaustion cuts through every consideration like a hot, but sleepy, knife.
Honest question, is it weird to think that a documentary deserves a sequel?
This post is dedicated to my brother, Doji.
Did I write this because I’ve been listening to a lot of Annie Lennox? You’ll have to guess. I won’t tell.
For two weeks there, the Portland Trail Blazers were truly red hot and rolling.
They stand secluded.
Two persons—ostensibly men, ostensibly Native American—remarking on some portent. One stands cross-armed, the other holds what was a fir branch, now broken and removed, and motions it toward the distance.
Routines are difficult. And they’re even more difficult when a person has to reckon with attention-deficit-hyperactivity-disorder.
Well, this was intended for February, but I got caught in a depression pit full of devil’s snare. I climbed out by writing (playing a fuckton of Hogwarts Legacy).
The Portland Trail Blazers defeated Damian Lillard and the Milwaukee Bucks on Tuesday, 125-112. Pack it up, everybody. This was the only game that mattered this season and the Blazers can stop winning now.
But what do we do if they don’t?
The Casual Ramble 