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A baked potato and a xanax, sir

December 8, 2015

Yesterday I got up, laid there for a sec to see if my head was still spinning (head, are you still spinning?), swung my legs over the bed and paused. <pause> <pause> <pause> Yep, thar she spins (madly on, for all you Weepies fans). “Must.fight.nausea,” I said to myself while reaching over to pick my softest jeans from the floor, quickly slipping my legs in all in one motion. You can do this. It’s not that bad. Pick something fuzzy, something soothing, something that…

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On hearing God

Last month I had to go to jury duty. I was scared. Not of the duty itself but of having a panic attack IN the duty waiting area in front of a bunch of strangers, or maybe while going through the metal detector. (Previous…

October 25, 2015

Get up offa that thing

At some point I’ll start talking about getting out of the hole (beats a dead horse), but not yet. First I’m going to take a moment to feel like crap. On Sunday we went to see Maleficent (friggin A was it good). When we…

June 5, 2014