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Slide Off

3/4/20 Staying home sick as an adult is like eating an apple: it can be nice, but for the most part you think of it as a chore. First of all there’s the responsibility of taking care of yourself: the hydration, the nutrition, the fighting off antibodies left and right like a lone warrior fightingContinue reading “Slide Off”

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2/28/20 When or why is the right time to make a blog post? Fuck me & my brain I called writing in my diary a blog post. Sure, the outcome is going on an internet diary, which is just a bastardized way of saying blog. It’s all semantics. Is a diary for recounting or reflecting?Continue reading “.38”

Hives

2/26/20 Oh how diseases grow like humans: slightly, then all at once, then in the weirdest places, then, just as it starts to feel permanent, it vanishes. We are the bacteria striving to succeed; working to reproduce and & leave a legacy loathing with growth, loss, death, life. Where do we go? How do weContinue reading “Hives”

Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease

2/25/20 I left work early today. Marie skipped her first class to take Amelia to the doctor’s. Our plan was to meet at home before her 1:30pm class. I left work around 12:20 & by the time I got home Marie was given a note excusing her from the rest of her classes this week.Continue reading “Hand, Foot, & Mouth Disease”

Kind of Consistent

2/20/20 I started keeping a daily diary over a month ago—about one month, one day. As assumed, my life is no more different. Of course, I am writing every day, and this is my first non-school-related literary project that I have stuck with so consistently. I have found flexibility in a daily diary; I canContinue reading “Kind of Consistent”

Celestial Paperwork

2/17/20 It was the end of my 3-day weekend and I didn’t feel stressed. The day went. I woke up slow, let the day glide, and enjoyed the morning. Amelia & I arrived at her class around 8:50am, just in time for breakfast. We sat together & she ate peaches & cheerios. We washed ourContinue reading “Celestial Paperwork”

Early Bedtime

2/6/20 I awake to the sound of my daughter crying. In the dark I stumble to her room, groping with my feet for any toys on the ground. (Sorry for making you read the words “groping with my feet” in that order. Slip of the tongue (or hand in this instance)). She reaches for me,Continue reading “Early Bedtime”