It was nice.The power went out.It was quiet.The lights are on again.
I had my first drink two weeks before my 18th birthday. The last drink I had was two weeks before my 38th birthday. 20 years, almost to the day. It took me that long to figure out my relationship with alcohol. In the end, I had to put the glass down.
These days, it’s easy enough for me to fry up, boil, or even poach an egg. I can’t be doing much else, mind you, while I’m making breakfast because I have trouble managing multiple tasks simultaneously. This results in poor timing and cold toast.
One-million-year-old teeth were found in Siberia. They are from a mammoth who, presumably, didn’t floss daily or visit a dentist even once in its life. To suggest that any animal from the Pleistocene epoch had any sort of dental hygiene regiment is laughable. But, still, their teeth survived. Whenever I go to a dentist’s office,… Continue reading An Unexpectedly Exciting Visit to the Dentist
I recently learned that my anxiety is likely caused by my worrying, which, in turn, is caused by three fundamental beliefs about the decisions I make.
I don’t know how to find the cable channels that I pay for. There should be 30 that I have access to among the 9999 in the guide. I’m not bothered, though.
My mechanical pencil broke the other day and it was a bit of to-do to replace.
A lot more happens in hallways than we are often aware of.
I recently picked up a copy of Sketch for a Theory of the Emotions by Jean-Paul Sartre, a book I’ve been meaning to read for a while. Reading philosophy is a lot harder than I remember it being.