I wish David Foster Wallace was still around.

David Mitchell is my spirit animal.

The answer to my current problems may be starting a fight club.

My last two posts were sad. Changing it up, please enjoy this photo of my 15 year old pug, enjoying the sun after getting sutures removed and recovering very well from a stroke a couple of weeks ago. Lots of treats and head scratches on the agenda today.

Never felt more alone in the world than right now.

It’s a bad time to be simultaneously alive and an overthinker.

Finally I am part of the 1%.

I'm mostly a consumer, not much of a poster. Sorry about it.