62 Days Later

It’s been a really long few weeks. Okay, considering that it’s been longer than ‘a few weeks’ I should mention that I’m being figurative here, all sorts of metaphors are tossing themselves around hurling themselves 100 mph at brick walls.

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I’m Like All Jenga Up in Here

At 28 I kind of figured I’d be having cooler existential breakdowns. Not that there’s anything ‘cool’ about an existential breakdown, but rage typing and not changing out of my pajamas and ratty band t-shirts doesn’t really seem to be…

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