How do I never seem to be on one of these clean trains? I’d take smoke free, even if it wasn’t the cleanest ever.

I’m sure I’ll land cleanly in my new apartment and I’ll find new joy and will be able to care for my responsibilities, but for right now, it all just feels like a ton.

Today, I’m trying to look at items around what has been the home I shared with a person who I thought was also building towards forever with me. I can’t remember what was “his,” what is “mine,” and what is “ours.” I’d have preferred not to ever have to think that way.

There’s kind people around me who occasionally check in and share nice sentiments about fresh starts, but the burden and pressure feels so continuous.

Trying to be a productive worker, a son to aging parents with health issues, a dog dad, and a dissertation writer on top of all of that has felt so tough.

Go Cougars!

Even Drumpf doesn’t know.

Good morning to the queer folx in the thread.

Happy Pulaski Day!

The first vote I ever cast was for Glenn Poshard!

Agree. We need to stop platforming and giving voice to the fascist ideas.