Who is Sleepy Me

I’m awake, which means a battle has been fought, and this time I won. Yesterday, I definitely lost because I slept two hours late, and I never got past the feeling that the part of me who chose to sleep through the morning was in control the rest of the day. I don’t think I’ve …

Toothbrushes Really Are Not Special: Getting Older and Hating It

This post is a poorly-veiled metaphor for something I will write about in 6 10 fucking eventually days. Let’s begin. I remember puberty like it was yesterday. Similar in temporal proximity and in how fucking awful it was, I remember summer and the heat and growing up without much hope for what changes were in the …