recovery
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Netflix
Dark when I wake up again. When it was becoming light out early, back in the spring (end of winter, early spring) I began already to look forward to this time of year. To write in darkness in the morning. To read by lamplight at night. August When I lived in Montana, I skipped a Continue reading
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To do 8/3
I never get asked to house sit anymore. It’s like a thing you do in your mid- to late twenties, if you’re lucky, and your early thirties, if you’re single or cheating on your partner. I never openly cheated on my partner, and by the time I was really ready to, there weren’t that many Continue reading
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SPF 45, might delete later
I’m doing that thing where you stand in the shower in the steam and stare down the drain like it’s a cave whose bottom is deep and black and you’re about to jump. It’s my second shower of the day and probably the second out of three. I keep going outside and keep reapplying sunscreen Continue reading
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The Sorry Man
Brenda’d had the guy yell at him once a day for three weeks, and then the summer, and also apologize each of those days twice. Her colleagues would look on in amazement at the yelling, and look away embarrassed at the apologies. Brenda preferred the yelling to the apologies, if for nothing else the sheer Continue reading
About Me
Yes, about me…
todd of tacoma 