Tag: Writing as a Coping Mechanism

Of Understanding and “Unhoused“

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14,627 Days Alive

13 Years in a Transitory Environment

5-Level Purple Inbox Tray Assembled and Put to Use at Work

1 New, Upcoming, Well-Researched Rant

For the new or forgetful, I was homeless, couch-surfing, transient, or otherwise without a residence for a total of thirteen years in my youth and young adulthood. Bear this in mind when reading beyond this point that I have Great Big Feelings and opinions on things of this theme.

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Of Shadow Headaches and Steak Burrito Bowl

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14,527 Days Alive

15 Minutes Accidentally Late to the Library for Crochet Class

4 People Showed Up to My Crochet Class (Plus Me!)

3 Hours Socializing at the Library

2 Chili Dogs Eaten

I totally overslept this morning. I woke up pretty damn early, initially, today. But I had a massive migraine hangover and my face was super fucking puffy. I almost looked like I had been punched in the face. Not a good look for me.

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Of Butterbeer Popcorn and Blown-Over Fences

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14,520 Days Alive

103.25% Grade in My Current Class

19 Minutes 53 Seconds of Lectures Logged Tonight

2ish Hours Spent in Costco

5 More Lectures to Watch

1 Lecture Done Today

Well, my grade in this class, so far, is awesome. I have 103.25%! I have to do five lectures between today and Wednesday to do my discussion board post for class.

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