Don’t Breathe

To stay sane, I am trying to keep myself on the strictest of media diets and practice cognitive sovereignty, I really am. But even the smallest dose of Epstein files news becomes an overdose. It's like taking acid. The smallest tab and I'm trippin' balls, waking around, foaming at the mouth.   

Inspired By In January 2026

What do you do to get through January? Aside from fleeing to somewhere sunny and warm? I know “winter is a mindset.” I know, I know. I read How to Winter too, but it’s hard when your skin doesn’t fit your face, and the cold is abusive, and there are only 9 hours and 41 minutes of sunlight, most of which is invisible. What do you DO!!!

The 2025 Year-End Audit

Even though it takes a lot of time, I take a kind of sick delight in reading back over a year’s worth of my blithery, blathery, self-indulgent whinging as I try to express myself …and fail. My morning pages are one of the few places where I feel I can be raw, incoherent, self-pitying, judgmental, mean, sarcastic, and even nasty.

Word Of The Year 2026

Admittedly, I was still high as a kite from breathing like a MoFo all day in one of the most intense yoga sessions of my life, and I was roaming around those retail stores trying to sort of “touch grass” by checking out cookware and retinol serums.