- A ball of light explodes over the treeline just as I wake up. For a moment, I’m afraid—there’s no thunder, is it time?—but I shunt it aside, grab my clothes, and head downstairs. If it is the end, I’d like to be dressed.
- Nothing quite like waking up with a very dry eye and discovering that both bottles of drops are expired.
- I don’t want to ask him. How do I even start?
- Dutifully searching but uninterested.
- No matter how I schedule my day, afternoons always end up in appointments. I’m more intrigued than annoyed.
- We talk about creating your own niche, dreams (that kind you’re given, not the kind you make up yourself), cultural misunderstandings, community exclusion, and the nature of chaos. You know, normal stuff.
- Further up, further in.
- Another flash of insight on the treadmill. If I’m not careful, this could become a habit.
- What if I started with just one per month?
- Monster Factory and Donkey Kong Country. Nerd date night at home.
