23 days. 23 days into this year, and I finally feel like I can breathe.
Day 1, of course, was the start of the New Year. 569 more words
Yesterday I was rubbing my chin, absentmindedly, as I wrote, and I realized that I was growing a singular bristle-hair on the right-hand side, on my jawline, so I got up and walked to the bathroom and plucked it with some pink tweezers I keep on hand for any such occasions. 441 more words