A Starman Waiting in the Sky
Please enjoy this incredibly personal journey about writing and publishing, told in the absolute least personal way I could come up with.
Please enjoy this incredibly personal journey about writing and publishing, told in the absolute least personal way I could come up with.
Being immunocompromised right now feels like living through a real-life ‘The Last of Us’ – only even more hopeless.
Now that I’ve got all the primal shrieking out of my system, let’s move on to moderately less terrible affairs: all the things what I done in this here ol’ fakakta year.
Watching GLASS ONION, I found myself getting nostalgic. Nostalgic, for a fucking pandemic. For a time when it seemed like people actually gave a shit about COVID.
Christmas doesn’t have to be more than a bright spot in a dark night – even if that light’s only reruns flickering on a boxy TV as you’re huddled beneath hospital blankets.