I am fluent in medical speak.

Upon three scrolls of the computer mouse, I see invisible connections.

Each unsaid observation.
The ever present subtext.
The pleas.
The condemnations.
The hope.
The grim reality.
Anxiety.

I’m grateful for this gift that can’t be lost.

Life has become the work I do at work and the work I do at home and the work I put into not working.

Swamps looking pretty swampy yall.

WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT TEXTING ME ABOUT EUSEXUA?!?

Resisting the urge to change every group text to a EUSEXUA theme.

Temerity is a great word.

The proletariat cometh.

All t all shade and a repeat… medical professionals who wear scrubs in public after work for anything other than childcare, essentials shopping, can’t miss life events/due now items out around the town… need a better therapist.

Honest question. How do y’all deal with the Stacey Dash of it all when rewatching Clueless for the 75th time this calendar year?

Mental notice for the day:

Mistakes don’t define you, your willingness to learn from them does.

Awn this kind of feels like old …..

I want to bring my peppermint ice cream to Iceland.

I’m fairly confident my Spotify Wrapped is just going to be my 10 hours of brown noise nightly sleep playlist first ten tracks..

It’s more like Wendy Unwelliams…