I sit hunched over the glaring glow of my laptop in this piled high laundry wasteland that is my bedroom and I sigh. My roommates are outside in the living room "oo-ing" and "aw-ing" over the latest episode of BBC's Planet Earth II. A creature just narrowly and dramatically escaped the clutches of death from the sounds of it. I can't decide if I yet regret mixing a mug of ice cream with a glass of wine.
On Failing Again. And Again. And Again.
The Lonely Tribalist 