Day 20. The real one.
An easy night.
Day 20. Practically Normal.
Normal, hell! How about a mixtape for your idiot dancing pleasure?
Hey 19. (I don’t like Steely Dan, but can’t resist wordplay.)
I'm as scattered as a shake of celery salt. But at least as flavorful!
Day Sebenteen. No change.
Me and Dad, I love him 17 billion percent.
Day What? Not so sweet 16.
Bad sleep, no blogging, and a day without either meditating quietly OR jumping around like a goofy idiot have taken their toll. I wanted to start this blog before I did all the right...
Day 13. Who needs a party?
It’s Friday and time for something social. As present circumstances demand, something a bit weird but let’s give it a try! After all, we’re all in the same boat – like a cruise ship...