Journal

Three things: I’m grateful to whichever neighbor it is who’s been putting my trash cans away every Monday. Thanks dude, very cool of you. I’m grateful for the friends I can vent to about the things I shouldn’t be venting about. Or at least, the things that if I were to publicly vent about, it’d...

I’m grateful for election results.

Sixty eight weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 234 Blood Sugar: 107 Up half a pound. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Fuck it, I’ll take it. In the last week, damn near all of my intentional behavior has evaporated in the wake of this crazy monstrosity that’s overshadowing everything else. I just...

Three things: I’m grateful for the passive aggressive bullshit exhibited by __________. You’ve taught me that good people can believe totally horrifying things, and that smart people can make objectively stupid choices, and your inability to openly disagree with me has taught me that just because someone loves you doesn’t mean they’re capable of being...

Forgot to do this yesterday and almost forgot today. Quickly before sleep wins, three things: Carne Asada. Yes, really. City of Heroes has literally saved me from 2020’s ugliest shit. A night in with my wife. I’m a lucky man.

Sixty seven weeks out from surgery, and here are the numbers I care about: Weight: 233 Blood Sugar: 104 Definitely happy to maintain where I’m at this last week. The stress (from fucking EVERYTHING) is real. Blood sugar’s holding steady too, so huzzah. About the stress. It’s coming at me in the following forms: This...