I don’t mind paying $2.99 a month for iCloud storage, but what chaps my ass is that the more entrenched I become in the cloud, the farther I get from ever having an occasion to say “Angela — Give us the disk and we’ll give you your life back”.

It’s my fortieth birthday. I’ve eschewed thanksgiving obligations this year and, as is custom, have locked myself in the east wing to await death alone in quiet contemplation 🥴

Yentl in the streets, Nuts in the sheets