So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.
Hi! I’m Lou. This is my blog, where I share my Pointless Opinions (copyright pending) for your reading edification. And this week, my Pointless Opinions are rendered DOUBLY pointless: both by the fact that I have actually already written this article, and that someone else has been commissioned to create a “real miniseries” with an “actual cast” that doesn’t “refer to some weird list written by a blogger people avoid eye contact with in the street”.
Hi, I’m Louise, I’m twenty-four, and I never fucking learned how to sleep!
It’s Saturday today. It’s the day off I force myself to take; I slept in, did an hour of yoga, sipped on my fancy tea. I call it self-care, even though it’s somehow more stressful to think about taking care of myself than it is to think about work.
You know, I try to do a little post every year, around the time that this blog ages up again. And every year, I go holy shit, people are still reading this? I’m still writing it? And it feels absurd and ridiculous and brilliant all at once.
Sometimes I feel like writing analyses of the changing face of bisexual representation on television, sometimes I just want to lightly shitpost because it’s Saturday and it’s too hot to think and I have a crop top that I need to wear somewhere just to prove a point. Today is one of those times. Ergo! I will swap a story for a story: here is the most embarrassing thing that ever happened to me. I want to hear yours in the comments below, or hit me up on Twitter or Tumblr and let me know there. I feel like I need the catharsis of absolving this awfulness out into the world, so here it is, hopefully for your reading amusement.