About three years ago, I did something really, really, really stupid. I started a Patreon and made promises.
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?