the smell of my desperation has become a stench

the smell of my desperation has become a stench

Sleep

That no college roommate plotted my slow and painful death is a total mystery

This village of ours

You signed on the dotted line

An ode to co-sleeping

You can probably tell I’m still a little tired

Up and out and away

What goes around

Stuff I found while looking around

Parenthood: A Panic Disorder

It’s working

On the nightshift

Creature of the night

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