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I’ve been having a hard time showing up at the page.

Also in general.

I’m taking a class.

Convinced myself last week that my therapist was mad at me.

Took way too many shots at Monday night karaoke.

I have a sore throat and it feels like karma.

My cat doesn’t look at me in the mornings, but he stares at night.

I guess it’s enough.

Sometimes I feel like a ghost.

Waltzed down memory lane a few weeks ago.

Tripped in the middle of the lake.

Santa Fe has been stuck in my head for weeks.

Christian Bale’s version, respectively.

Mostly I feel like a ghost.

A friend surprised me with flowers last week.

They just showed up at the door.

I bought myself, and my roommate, flowers the night before.

Split them between seven vessels.

Something about eggs and baskets.

That morning I’d only had six––abundance is beautiful.

Called mom today.

Made chicken soup from scratch.

Yeah, even the broth.

Showered as a salve.

Might have accidentally joined a cult?

Took all my antibiotics (cellulitis).

More on that later.