I thought it would be really funny to name my dog Tardigrade and call him Tard for short and then when someone glared at me for being so insensitive and offensive I would be like, “It’s short for Tardigrade. What did you think it was short for?” and watch them twist.
I woke up all sweaty and worn out from an evening of anxiety dreams. The heady mixture of “my” ballot initiative 2N being up for vote and the flurry of activity surrounding the process, the fear of imminent financial ruin, my parents in town (HI DAD! HI MAC!), Wilkins visiting, 200 people traipsing through my […]