You know this post was originally titled, "Target Haul" or something incredibly important like that. It was going to be about all the fantastically fun shit I found at Target this past week. Except, damn. I'm tired. And you know why I'm tired? Because I'm o-l-d, old. … [Read more...]
After three days of sleep I thought a corner had been turned. But the jarring sound of a bathroom stool being scraped across the floor, a fitful four hours of sleep and a scratch that shook the bed like a dog with a bad case of fleas it was no use. At 2 a.m. the day was going to begin. This is insomnia. … [Read more...]