I don’t know about y’all, but I have a love/hate relationship with sleep. I love sleep when it happens. I hate the fact that it’s so difficult for me. As I’m sure you’ve guessed, last night was rough. I fell asleep just fine, but then I woke up at 1:46 AM — I know because
Last week’s post introduced you to the concept of English major rage. Specifically, I was mad about a particular social media habit of putting pictures with quotes even if they don’t make any sense. Well, I’m still riled up, so y’all are gonna hear more of my social media grievances. This time, though, I’m gonna
Okay, friends, you’re about to be treated to some Rage Blogging. It’s probably not a good idea to blog while mad, but I’m going to anyways. When The Muse calls with an idea, you’ve gotta roll with it. The Muse is kind of like the Commissioner Gordon to my Batman. Gordon never stops to think,
Recently I had an interesting conversation with my mom and sisters. The topic? Exercise videos. My mom was asking for advice on finding a good exercise video. What was she looking for in said video, you ask? Something short so she can get it done in a few minutes? Good music? Nope. She had two
The other night I barely slept. I’m talking like a maximum of 3 non-consecutive hours of sleep. I tossed. I turned. I went to the bathroom and played on my phone ten million times. It was awful. At the time, I had no idea why I was so restless. Now I know. I had sensed