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“I fucking hate Christmas.” Yes, I said that. Out loud. To Abbi. Which, understandably, made her pretty sad. It’s not the consumerism, the frenzy, or the faux cheer that gets me. It’s not the endless Zale’s commercials, the window displays, or saccharine greetings and salutations. It’s far more elemental than all of that, more basic,…

I woke this morning around seven. The sky outside my window was foggy and gray. I hit the snooze bar, rolled over, and caught a few more winks. Milling about my bedroom prior to my shower, I discovered that I was fresh out of clean undershirts. I remembered that thirty-seven pounds of clean darks and…

Today was a little weird, like the morning my jaw was unwired. I was sucker punched by the captain of the football team on the last day of my junior year. I was sixteen-years-old. My jaw was dislocated in both joints and fractured in two places. I spent six weeks with thick wire locking my…

I’ve woken up to a throat full of cotton balls and thumbtacks every morning for a week now. To say that the sensation of choking on my own tongue is getting old is, well, the understatement of the year. Yes, it’s true, I’m still sick. I’ve have spent six days trapped in my apartment, escaping…

When I was a kid, my mother claimed to be able to look me in the eyes and know whether I was sick or not. Today, I’ve been stealing glances in the mirror, and searching my eyes for a diagnosis. I have a tendency to run myself ragged, especially this time of year. It is…

Probably fifty percent of rock songs are about being alone, or feeling alone, or being left by someone you love and thus, well, you the idea. I think about aloneness all the time. One’s thoughts are different in isolation. Everything is. Anyway, I was home sick today. I’ve been sleeping, mostly, and reading Chuck Kloserman’s…