it's okay not to dance

Hello again. It seems the urge to write comes at times when my laptop breaks (it’s only the keyboard this time) and when the stresses of life wear on my face and I start looking old. That app is caca by the way. For real, just look at a picture of your grandparents. Anyway, there’s been a tension in my chest since I turned 30. The nagging change of homes, loves, finances, hair, cars, jobs, states... everything. I used to think I liked change, but I think I’m tired.

Speaking of tired, that new 猫 シ Corp. & t e l e p a t h has been my sleeping aide these past few days, which automatically makes it onto my year end list.