Check out my new crossword blog! I've been feeling half-baked, semi-processed if you will. A good day is one that's tough to acknowledge for me sometimes. There's a part of me that's skeptical of it, as if I'm always looking for some kind of catch. It's a certain conditioning that many get from the world, that anything good coming your way has to get there at a price. Many don't think the concept of gratis is even a thing, but it's sad to see things that way. I can tell I go through periods of true mental illness because on days where it's not gnawing at me, life feels totally and completely normal. I think to myself, "man, some people get to have basically every day of their life like this? If that were the case for me, I'd easily be clacking away at some Fortune 500 company right now." But alas, I have instead been blessed with the life of an underground internet blogger. Isn't that great? When I think of a vocation, the idea of writing online is hard to put in my mind. There are a…
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