I’m used to UF winning football games, but not by three points, and definitely not with less than 15 seconds left on the clock.
I needed that like I need elective oral surgery.
Why do we do this to ourselves? I tell people I’m not the biggest sports fan, that my life doesn’t wax and wane on the outcome of a game. I prefer to think of it as a half-truth rather than half-lie. Come…
“Back to you? I wasn’t aware you ever left the subject?”
There are people in my life, people I love dearly, who’ve been dealing with issues that don’t revolve around me, and it felt wrong to hold the usual self-hate-fest during their time of loss and sorrow.
So I’ve been holding out on the rest of you.
I’ve been tinkering with a post on depression –…
The obvious place to start is Cheryl, the recently cut open.
The doctor said she’d have a rough weekend and she did. Hoo-ray for the wisdom granted those who study modern medicine!
It’s supposed to start getting better this week, so maybe we’re almost in the clear. It seems like the end is near. I mean that in a good way, but with every bit of sarcasm mixed in you can muster. In…