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I guess I should do one of those .

I'm a writer and poet. My blog is 15 years old. I'm a web designer and copyediter. I did a TEDx talk about the power of personal narrative. I've run a gratitude group for 8 years. I have 4 cats, but I only like them 2 at a time, because cats are terrible. I'll never forget that I rubbed a semi-famous person's belly instead of shaking their hand. I apparently love dying of embarrassment forever.

Someone who was a client β€” I helped her set up a blog to document her experience with breast cancer β€” and then became a friend mostly over social media has just gotten news of two brain tumours. I swear cancer takes the best of us. I'm devastated and trying not to weep through my partner's book launch.

I need a breakfast chef. Or I need to train my cats to make eggs.

A first snowy morning on a Monday calls for snuggles and coffee in bed with Onion.

I woke up to see the blue early morning glow of first snow outside. I'm working on a sense of excited wonder, but mostly i just want to hide under my quilts in bed.

Here's a shot I took with my new to send to a journalist who interviewed me. It's the first photo I've taken with it. When she asked for a headshot, I realized that I only had goofy selfies on hand. Remedied.

I keep forgetting about here, but I like here. Must fix somehow.

I referred to myself in general as a "mutineer" in a dream last night. Dream me is so fucking cool.

I made a September 2018 Mixtape: elanmorgan.com/blog/elan-septe. It crosses a few genres and decades, and you can listen on both Spotify and Apple Music.

I need to get past feeling HULK SMASH every time someone says that no one has any privacy anymore so you may as well keep handing your info over.

YOUR FEELING OF SECURITY IS AN EXTENSION OF PRIVILEGE.

JUST BECAUSE PRIVACY THIEVES ARE NICE NOW DOESN'T MEAN THEY'LL BE NICE LATER.

WE DON'T HAVE TO LIVE LIKE THIS.

In my early 20s, a psychiatrist told me I had anxiety. I said that I'd heard the word, but I couldn't grasp what it meant, because the feeling was so foreign to me. He said it was the water I swam in, which is why I couldn't see it. Then I saw it, and I could start a growth process I desperately needed.

Sometimes you have to step out of the water, or find someone who can lend you a hand to step out of it.

Do you think it's contraindicated to watch shows about cult murders while you're sitting in front of your seasonal depression lamp?

Maybe if I eat something I can shake this fatalism.

So far, my relationship to Mastodon is to drop in and say something random every couple of days. Birbsite is doubling down on elevating the worst. Fackbook is still fine with fomenting genocide, apparently. I miss the early days of just about anything when we found our people rather than our mobs.

I'm trying out CBD oil for inflammation issues. I'm sceptical but will to do it for a month.

OH MY GOD WEDNESDAY IF YOU HAD A FACE I'D PUNCH IT

Good morning, toots! I'm planning on making today mine mine mine so I can breeze through the latter part of this week. Let's see how I do.

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