I’ve never been so ready to close the door on a month and leave it behind forever. Fuck you, March. You piece of shit.
Ginny made it home on Thursday afternoon as scheduled. She’s doing mostly fine, as fine as can be expected, I suppose. We had catheter issues…
Sorry I haven’t been writing as often. Part of the problem is that I have so much to say. Funny, I know, but it’s like…
For several weeks I’ve been searching for a good, cheap spring bag to carry my stuff around in. I was tempted by the bright pink…
Here’s more of what I was talking about with regards to Bee Season. From Page 2: Eliza suspects that the school’s disfigured desks and chairs…