may 15 mkv

Whenever I get to this time of day (or night, as it happens to be right now) and I don't know what I want to write about, I think about the big things the life and death things the capital-w worries things and, after I do, I feel better. Not because it helps me figure out what I'm going to write, but because after thinking those kinds of thoughts, I realize how lucky I am that most things are working out. I'm mostly healthy, mostly employed, and mostly content. I have good friends, a great partner, hobbies, interests, group chats, knickknacks, and I live in a loft that teenaged me would approve of. Sidebar 1: way back whenever when I learned what a loft was, I knew I wanted to live in one. It was a mission. And sure, maybe that mission was informed by a television cop who was also a vampire, but inspiration has to come from somewhere, and besides, I haven't drank blood in forever. Sidebar 2: I need to rewatch Only Lovers Left Alive, as achingly romantic a film as there ever has been,…