Category Archives: Errata

I had a dream the other night. All my friends were angry with me. I kept trying to fix things, but just made everything worse. No place feels like home lately except being alone on my couch. Everywhere is empty. I … Continue reading →

I hate this. I feel alone and afraid and on edge. It makes me want to be with people and avoid everyone. I hate staying home. I hate going out. I seek distractions, but when those run out I get … Continue reading →

I’m 33 now. I’ve been waiting to be 33 since I was 15, when I decided that 33 was going to be a magical age. There was no good reason for it. It just seemed like a good number. Of course … Continue reading →

I consider myself to be pretty good at dealing with rejection. It’s something that, as a writer, is as commonplace as breathing or chocolate or bourbon. But sometimes, when you get a bunch all at once, it brings up the … Continue reading →

A while back I got the Postal Service’s Everything Will Change Live DVD. I’ve never seen Postal Service before. I had seen Death Cab for Cutie at an outdoor show in Chicago in 2004 when they released Transatlanticism. I still … Continue reading →

Another c. diff infection. Each time, it gets a bit harder to believe that I’m ever going to have a healthy year again. That this is ever going to be manageable. When I was diagnosed with ulcerative colitis, I initially … Continue reading →

Time’s weird. I started reading Amanda Palmer’s book, The Art of Asking, last night, and it made me cry. Repeatedly. It’s strange to be reading this book now, on the other side of the chasm, where I picked up her … Continue reading →

This popped up on io9 today, and while delightful, I can’t help but feel a little bit disappointed it didn’t deal with oxytocin, histocompatibility groups, or the amygdala. Ah, well. Enjoy! [Yadda, yadda, DNA helicase, yadda, yadda, unzip your genes.]

I said a thing today that I’ve been thinking about ever since it fell out of my mouth: “I’m only afraid when things can be taken from me.” The first thing that struck me when this pile of steaming self-help fell … Continue reading →