5.7.2024
I don't want to be on social media anymore but I do want to type my thoughts out. I don't know whether I'll make this public or keep it like a diary yet. If I did make it public I don't know who'd read it or why. Longform blogging is dead, (maybe it finally completely died out with the passing of Dooce). I miss it anyway. I'm eating soup in my car in a PayLess Discount Foods parking lot in far southwest Olathe. If you think that sounds depressing, you're right but also probably underestimating how depressing it really is. The PayLess is next to a pawn shop which is next to a Jazzercise which is next to a Swords & More. This area of the city is where hope and culture go to die. The soup is nuclear hot, both in terms of temperature and spice. A pepper got stuck to my uvula and as I choked and cried until it detached I wondered if this is how I die, with a thermos of white chili in my lap and four days' worth of running clothes in the pa...