A half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk.

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a half-stack doesn't fit in the trunk

the post-chsh “hangover”

But that’s in quotes because it’s not like the other kind where you overindulge and feel like crap the next day. It’s the opposite: a warm feeling, featuring lots of gushy emo-chemicals floating around in my blood, and the sounds of friendly voices echoing still in my ears.

Part of the drag/irony of being a local is that it’s hard to get downtown for the daytime stuff and the Sunday brunch and all that goodness while I’m out here suburbanite-ing and whatever. So for a little while longer this morning, before the errands and the kid sports start, I’mma sit here in my office sunshine and click reload on the chsh tag and heart everything I see. Post more. I miss your faces already.

Trying it half-full

Optimism doesn’t come naturally to me, but here goes: