This post is from Porter, who has had it with love and refuses to pretend otherwise. Even though he does not have a uterus, we seem to be on the same disillusioned cycle.
I got a scary amount of sleep and I feel great. Now I can coast through the week with my customary 5 hours or less a night.
I in fact just woke up from another nap, and am ravenous. I want a bagel but instead will be forcing myself to consume an omlette. Good on ya.
This has to be the most boring post of all time. Jesus. I love this blog but let's not kid ourselves, it's for me 100%. I write it so that I can read it a week later and go, what an ass I am. No pithy, snotty commentary or life-affirming disocveries here. Just me, occasionally acknowledging that there is in fact a world outside of my anus. I said, occasionally.