Okay.
So, I haven’t been okay for a while. This is likely to be all over the place, so buckle up. Maybe, take some anti-nausea medicine or something.
Just after my birthday, I had a panic attack, after not having a panic attack for years.
Randy and I are not superstitious people. We don’t throw salt over our shoulders or worry about bad luck coming from broken mirrors or walking under ladders. We don’t even knock on wood. Hell, once I even got married on Friday the 13th. I mean, it didn’t work out. And that guy is dead now. But still. That being said, we’ve come to dread the month of January, because for a...
Starting another year. 2022. That was interesting. I’m hoping 2023 gives us a little light at the end of the tunnel. And the end of the tunnel, will be a land of multiple orgasms and cotton candy. Or something like that. I go through end-of-the-year mortality anxiety every fucking year. This year was awful. I am much better now. I’m not less scared to die or less worried I’m...