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Recent Entries

Unexpected

Yesterday was a make up chemo meds day, as i did not have my refill from the pharmacy in time to take it on Monday. The bad thing about Methotrexate is that you can feel the effects within 40 mi...

j10

It’s weird being on a medicine for its intended purpose when it’s gotten so trendy for its off-label use. Like, man, I know you’re just trying to cut 20 pounds for beach season, but me, I’m ...

Help me with a moral dilemma (please!)

Here’s my position: I am a serving member of the military. I don’t believe that uniforms have a place at a Pride Parade. (Despite this belief, I understand that some military members would want...

I'm still on the bench

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  • 22 hours ago
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Hopefully I'll be able to post in public soon 

Mistakes were made.

I decided to swing by the old place to pick up some stuff. Ashley says there’s not a lot, but I don’t trust her to gauge that. After 3 weeks the property management company finally sent someo...

173: Shifting World Lines

One of the most important things about having “99% of what I need done” today is that it can actually feel like a Friday. It isn’t a Tuesday where I rapidly have to rush to do a thousand things...

The Convergence Part 15: What Claude Actually Thinks

The Convergence Part 15: What Claude Actually Thinks Link: https://x.com/RaphaelTiriel/status/2061989628949753863?s=20

In the Meantime

The fling has commenced. There has since been some discussion (unresolved) of the exact duration and composition of “a fling”, but boy howdy something has come into existence that was not th...

I can't

Everyone says, yeah I can understand thatMom says, we can call and fix that if she calls at allBut the hurt's so deep, the blood don't flow straight anymoreI can't hold this anymore, I dunno wha...

Last year vs Today. Living in the Moment. Maybe.

Today has been rough. A year ago I was on the first date with Nick. In a whirlwind romance that moved way too fast I guess. We immediately started spending every other full weekend together, eve...

Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)

One of the best ways I know of to relax and unwind is to throw on some oldies.  I do this at night, during the day, or whenever I want to escape the rigors of the world and lose myself in some m...

Attempt to be more consistent

But two entries in just a few days is probably more than I will keep up with, but what the heck, why not… I found some tahini in the fridge languishing. One of the things I am trying to do is u...

Perennial Polyculture

Over the years of managing a small farm, and now a small plot in town along with a developing piece of raw land, I have noticed that once enough diversity of organisms has been established, new ...

Playdate

From no protection to no connection From swallowing to unfollowing From hosting to ghosting I had stage 4 FOMO this weekend. It’s pride in my city. I would have to go alone, hang out alone, whe...

Sitting on benches: A meditation on some of my favorite places to sit and think

I’m sitting on a bench under live oak trees after a meditative walk on a trail past marsh creeks and through the gardens where ancient camellias produce the most magnificent white red, and pink ...