The song getting me through lately is “Blind Man Can See It” by James Brown and The J.B.’s. The cool af repetitive bassline reminds me of the obsessive way I keep reading the same sentences over and over again as I perpetually, preemptively self-edit.
I keep fantasizing about buying this apartment in Vegas (truth is, like probably all of us, I’m doomed to rent forever). For some reason lately I also fantasize often about getting Baby Blue a younger brother named Bradlyn (Bradlyn is a joke name between me and Marie because of