A haiku calling on the powers of vitamin C to ward off a cold.

I’m returning to a normal pace of life.

A big screen. Pitch black. Your butt in a lawn chair.

No one’s been there for me like you have.

Have you ever heard of sleep inertia?

Has anyone figured out how to slow down time?

I quickly added the list to my ever-growing collection of questions and decided to answer them for myself.

“I want to understand why you like being alone so much. I don’t get it.” Until he brought it up, I don’t think I got it either.

I want to update my makeup routine. I’m pretty sure it doesn’t suit my face.

If you try to take these from me, I’ll scream.

In this rewatch, I’m fascinated all over again by how complex people are.

It has changed the game.

A haiku. A mistake. An age-old pattern.

Oxygen is somehow crisper and slips into the lungs with ease.

This reflected a deeper tendency of mine: I am incredibly self-impatient.

I sat down with a family friend for lunch today.

Writing an original piece of content every day never got easy.

I notice that every time I interact with a song on an instrument, the words come across differently.

Nothing is a better depiction of what’s happening inside my head than my “suggested for you” lineup of videos on YouTube.

Adulthood is full of doing a lot of funny tasks I didn’t realize I didn’t know how to do until I came to them.