Dilettante, gadabout, ne'er do well, etc...
posts that are just about me, my thoughts, my health, my state of mind. when I just need a place to write it out.
With everything going on, I think I’ve already said that I pretty much only leave my apartment maybe once a week, and my building maybe once every two weeks. I mean, it’s the safer option during a pandemic, right? And...
So… this pandemic pretty much sucks, am I right? I mean, for the most part, I’m “OK”. There is a lot that I can’t really complain about in terms of my well-being, externally anyway. I’m employed, I have a place...
So, a funny thing happened as I was on my way out to Sunday lunch with a friend: I checked my e-mail. It’s actually not something I do all that often in the evenings or weekends, but there were a...
(With apologies to the film.) My internet at home is down. This isn’t the first time it’s happened and probably won’t be the last, but I marvel at how each time seems to knock more of my routine for a loop. It’s as...
It isn’t that I don’t like people, it’s just that people are weird, and confusing and awful. Ok, so maybe I don’t like people.
I said I was going to write about this, so you can’t say I didn’t warn you! I’d like to say that this is a rarity and not the norm, but… boys are dumb.
Co-worker who works offsite for weeks at a time, “Have you lost weight?” And I replied in a deadpan, “Yes, lots.” Mostly because we ain’t friends.
It looks like I’m officially “in remission” now. Is it time to write my book now? “How I Dropped 10 lbs. and was Declared Cancer Free!” Or… maybe not.
Surgery done. I’m recovering. More shirtless bathroom mirror selfies. Still nowhere near as sexy as the thirst traps on Instagram. #sorrynotsorry
So THIS is why people take shirtless photos in their bathroom mirrors. It all makes sense now! Seriously though, I’m about to have surgery and it’s not fun.
