"Still, why would the same compound relieve and also cause pain?..."
They really thought they did something there. The author should check out the side effect warnings on meds sometimes. The wrong dose of anything can fuck you up.

And yet every time I drove by, there were DoorDash drivers picking up orders. Who are these people who want Waffle House but not the dull experience? Where does this land on the Waffle House FEMA scale?

Today is day 2, and far less overwhelming. A quiet day, dinner with my dad and family. The calmer pace is easier to let the waves of grief and pain come and go, and find calm and even joy.

Grief never ends, it just changes shape. Sometimes it quiets and softens. It's a loud grief week for me, and I'm taking a crycation so I don't have to struggle through work and grief and flashbacks and everything in between while at work.

My mom's fading light rallied to worry and comfort and mourn with us through my sister's days in hospice and her passing. Not long after, her memories faded again, and she forgot what happened to Ginger. Less that 2 months later, she passed.

Princess Gigi did not tolerate peasants rising above their station. Her word was law upon the land.

People cling to the hope that it will be a wake up call among his supporters. It's absurd and naive. If his supporters abandon him over this, they aren't going to switch parties and suddenly be progressive.

That is, I can't imagine having anything to do with Ken Paxton and taking that as a victory of any kind. What a weird ass pickme.

What a weird ass flex.

The giant blue horse statue out front