Apologies for the two-week hiatus. In the interim I moved to a bloody nice apartment and got a cell phone. Owning a cell phone is like being shackled to a wall that displays pretty blinking lights and keeps track of everyone you’ve ever known, and then charges you for the novelty.
It was also a rocky couple of weeks, especially with women. The morning after learning what I already knew was not cheerful, which was why I was very thankful to have accidentally discovered medicine in the form of Mortified: Woe and Tell. A combination of FOUND Magazine and Teen Angst Poetry, people send in the love letters and anecdotes they would otherwise prefer no one knew about. Simultaneously hilarious and curative.