Like, a lot.
Keep in mind, I actually don’t work. Raising my kid is my job. Continue reading
Like, a lot.
Keep in mind, I actually don’t work. Raising my kid is my job. Continue reading
Some of the restlessness has been sated, now that I’ve had a new fascination to focus on, learn about, and study for the last day or so. Not all of it is gone, though. Continue reading
So over the past couple of days, after a great deal of intensive personal searching and contemplation, I have come to a startling conclusion;
Being sick sucks seven kinds of dirty, hairy, monkey ass. Continue reading