Irreversible Mistakes

I'm writing this entry on paper, with my dad's pen. That might not sound terribly interesting, but you don't know how I got his pen yet.

There are mice in my apartment. I know this because my cat had one of them in his mouth, though he didn’t seem to know how or want to kill

There were moments where the doctors seemed to imply it might have been something else (particularly, cocaine), but then they'd run another blood test and go oh, shit.

Something I've been helping Em with lately, in place of actual work.

You are supposed to take a picture here, and surprisingly, we did. Though I'm happy to report that we forgot to post them on Instagram.

Maybe today is your great big day off. But what will you do with it? You can't just watch the telly all day, because even Alex Trebek gets a little

I never really liked going to work. It seems fine enough at first, but about a month or two into any job I've had I've come to the conclusion that

My dad quit smoking around 2005, which really brought us together in the sense that I think he liked the way I smelled.

I have long maintained that my sister is a demonic interloper from some backwater hell dimension.

Videos are like pictures, but longer.