my varnished soapbox

Last week, a friend of mine cancelled plans, plans that we made weeks in advance.

Hey.

Just in time for pride month, wow.

I write this, sorely, from my bed--not from injury or defeat, but from actual sore muscles.

I've been doing a lot of emailing at my job lately and it's been good practice for grad school.

i've been kind of sick for the past few days and had to slow down, natch. it's nothing serious, and i feel i'm on the mend already. maybe it's because of summer around the corner, my age, the post-feverish nap i had, something, but i got this feeling of "…

hey, i haven't been on here much. i thought i posted more in april, but no. i checked my guestbook by chance and saw words by an anonymous person who thought it'd mean something to tell me i'm a mess. i'm leaving it up, even after filtering out what looked

i woke up today to a fundamental shift in myself. full moon, endless on a loop, laundry day--a proper way to start a new month. full moons are a reflective time, sort of this check in of, "what have i done since the last one?"

i wrote this title out and saved as a draft during a fast time, and i'm glad i did. i most definitely would have forgotten. now i can write about it during a slow time. i don't remember the context around writing this out, but i remember feeling like i was

my little ol' post got traction!