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That's the term I hear for people that don't drink but partake in the devil's lettuce, as I'm prone to call it because I am a giant dork who wasn't offered pot until I got to college. It seems a little too cavalier for my particular situation, but I don't have a better term and am bad at naming things (see: my cat Ramon and her brother Potato, whose full name was Squanto of the High Plains.) When I first talked to a college friend who hadn't known I was sick, she was approp

Turns out, not starting your day watching videos of people getting ripped from their cars and pepper sprayed in the face was a great idea. I slept straight through the night last night for the first time in months. It feels as if in just making that decision, that no, I'm not going to look to social media to structure my day and thoughts, that my brain went YES finally let's do the things we've been wanting to do. Today I woke up and when my hands went to the phone, I stopp

I am just so tired. I am so tired of all of it. I used to love Facebook. And maybe this will end up sounding like the ramblings of a perimenopausal woman who's simply had it and misses the good old days, but goddamn. Facebook used to be fun. Remember? When it was just.... neat? A way to catch up with old friends you'd otherwise never hear from again, watch friend's babies grow up in real time in a way that just never used to be possible. I look at old FB posts now, abo