When you are the only one to remember your conversations.

All but one, actually

When your entire fucking support team practically vanishes overnight.

When the folks you’ve spoken with face-to-face more than once over the last 5 years wouldn’t fill a kindergarten class and not one cognitively clicks to a degree one feels understood (and you wonder how much longer you’ll retain the feeling of a cognitive click for comparison).

When you force her to read nonsense like this in a text because how the fuck else were you going to describe it: “Just sucks I have to rock my bog-sunken tires free from this tractionless hellscape in order to get moving again.”

When you couldn’t give two fucks about anything you’ve ever created.

When you realize you and your dog both freeze up fearing culpability for the sudden burst of expletives now pouring in from the other room (despite its usually being work related).

When you remember keeping your parents address longer so you could continue voting against Newt Gingrich who was coming for your brother’s happiness.

Fourty-f$&king-what? You’d think I’d have breathing down by now.

When everything you’ve touched over the last twenty two hours turns sideways.

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Out of nowhere, puffins be closing the gap on my flying foxes.

Teach people how to make the sauce.

Sorry, Claire, I was over you being stunned four years ago. Back to bats.