Embracing the Lame in 2018

Once in awhile, I lament the fact that my life is pretty, well, lame. The life I lead is wonderful, but it is predictable: full of early bedtimes, chain restaurants and mostly staying home on the weekends. Last night was New Year’s Eve, so this morning I woke up and was reminded of just how…

Lost Close to Home

I was on my way to my friend’s house the other night, and overly confidently decided to not use my GPS. I called him and asked for a refresher on street namesĀ (which he patiently gave me even though I had been there numerous times before) and continued on my way. About 5 minutes later, I…

Life As a Dreamer

If I were filthy rich, I would employ a carefully selected therapist to be sitting by my bedside every single morning so that I could have a counseling session the moment I woke up. She (it would have to be a girl because I feel like a male psychologist letting himself into my apartment every…