Oh, it's been four years since I last wrote?
Oh, I've traveled to the Grand Tetons, Arizona, Disney World, New Orleans, Hong Kong, San Diego, and Lake Tahoe since then?
Oh, my mom beat cancer?
Oh, friends and family have bought houses, pursued careers and degrees, and had children?
Oh, two of my best friends are getting married this year, and another one is having a baby?
Oh, I moved across town and escaped the landlord from hell after dealing with almost three years of construction and bullshit?
Oh, I adopted an insane cat who hates everyone and everything, including me?
Oh, I've accepted a second job, freelance, that allows me to pay my bills on time and imagine a future free from debt?
Oh, a narcissistic, deranged, racist, sexist, xenophobic piece of shit was elected president and has made every single day since January 20th a living nightmare?
Oh, I'm still single, despite many lame dates with lame people, and a general disdain for most everyone, except for that one. He was cool.
Oh, I've gained and lost the same 25 pounds that have haunted me since 2012?
Oh, I finally bought my own laptop, a new, non hand-me-down, that allows me to update my blog for the first time in over four years?
Oh, I promise to write more, even if it's only me who reads this, because it gives me an outlet for my anxiety and may help me to follow a bigger dream, a dream where I sleep for an entire night for more than one night in a row, and more than once every month because if I put what I'm thinking down on some paper than it's not in my head, it's in the universe and the universe is ultimately there to help so what could go wrong if I hit publish.
