I'm trying not to let paranoia take hold. Mine is partially back.

This is...not great.

This thread. Look at this thread. I haven't slept a wink.

We're making it, though. Like I know he'd want me to.

I went to an audition. Against my will. But glad I did anyway even though I almost broke down during my 2nd, quieter monologue that I took from TJ Klune's wonderful 'Heartsong.' Can someone who knows him tell him that? That man is impossible to reach.

I'm coping. Haphazardly. But I'm coping. I started crying writing an LoI for a grant, and it didn't even have to do with the grant. It was a dumb ghazal whose lyrics were very...sad.

Listen, I was recently inducted into The Dead Dad's Club. You are required to laugh at my jokes.

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This is like the time when Shein invited influencers in an attempt to clean up their image, but quintillion times worse.

Wtf...

Alito's dissent was kinda weak. It's like even he himself knows that he can't defend this.