August 2016 recap

I had expected to be out and about tonight—a rare occurrence, to be sure, but not completely out of the question—but a late bedtime last night turned into not enough sleep (aided by my trusty alarm cats), so I am at home instead, watching Young Frankenstein.

August turned out to be quite a month. Though I cannot say that I am ‘I have to check my calendar’ busy by any stretch of the imagination, a lot happened this month: Continue reading

The bus waits (a poem)

At open mic last night, one of the participants prefaced her two songs by saying that she felt like crap and was running the risk of having to barf mid-song. This poem has nothing to with that, except she was sitting in the seat in front of me, frequently running her hands through her hair.
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