Evidence of residence

When I cook, it usually involves poking holes in plastic and programming the microwave oven. Even that ritual is rare, as I usually opt for fast food or, more likely, nothing much at all. This is a major difference  [more...]

Why is it so hard for me to relax? I’m obsessing about finding a job because that’s the right thing to do — although a more breezy, happy-go-lucky person than me would point out that I have enough  [more...]

I was perusing some personals ads this morning — laying in bed alone tends to make one’s mind wander toward what might have been, you know — and finally came to a realization. A sad, pathetic one. I  [more...]