The Houseguest has been a great roommate -- except for when she's a pain in the ass. Like when it comes to certain smells -- like pot pies.
I don't know why, but even though I don't eat right and I don't exercise, I've always felt like I'm a healthy person. Until this week, that is, when I entered medical hell.
It was that time of year when I decide to take on a DIY project and my friends get nervous. And this would be the biggest project ever.
Does it ever feel like life has kidnapped you and is holding you hostage so you can't get anything done? After a few weeks of this, life is slowly returning to normal. (Whether that's a good thing is a separate question.)
Some of us are just made to cause trouble. It's our curse.
I tell you, it's awful when your memory starts to go. Did I already post about this??
Would I take on an angry Mike Tyson in his prime for a huge pile of money? Would you?
I have a love-hate relationship with sleep and currently, it hates me.
I hate looking for work. But I also hate starving and homelessness.
If someone tells you they chose freedom over the rat race, it means they're probably unemployed. I started my life of freedom at the end of last month.