I had this email saved in draft for months, actually, but it never felt right to send it? It still doesn’t, but I wanted to talk to you, and offer you five seconds of respite from your inevitable news k-hole of despair.
I moved into a new place in January, the day before my birthday (psychotic Capricorn move, check) and promptly aggressively nested, put…
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