YOU GUYS. For the record and for those perhaps wondering: I didn't die. Which is maybe something I shouldn't joke about anymore after my dad's death last year. Maybe. I'm actually dealing with an epically fraught stretch of explosion paralysis, a term you're no doubt unfamiliar with, considering it's a somewhat nonsense phrase I recently… Continue reading Explosion paralysis.
Tag: Imposter Syndrome
Well. Fuck.
Friends, I've been putting this off for quite some time now. And I've been doing that for various reasons, but mostly it's because my dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer on Valentine's Day, and despite being one of the fortunate few with an operable tumor that hadn't yet metastasized, he died unexpectedly on Easter Sunday.… Continue reading Well. Fuck.
Ware the Words 