Maybe it’s Alanis Morrisette Time…?

The easy way to say it is:

Suddenly, everysinglething has happened at once–a deluge of life lessons and events–and it feels wonderful.

Even if it’s 11:29pm and I am up and hour and 29 minutes past my bedtime…

Coming soon: reflections on theoretic adulthood, mixed with the philosophy of Walter Benjamin.

Way to go, Bill Clinton!

Having followed the capture and containment of two American journalists by the North Korean government since March, I had a physical reaction to the announcement of their potential release. I’m sure some will argue that it was only a matter of time, but that doesn’t make the situation any better. The story struck a chord with me as a writer, as a journalist, and I was close to tears as I read the announcement.

I kind of want to throw my arms around Bill Clinton and give him a hug.

And so on…

Dear Cortizone,

My arms thank you. My legs thank you. My elbows thank you. Hell, my FACE thanks you, what with the four mosquito bites on my cheeks and eyelids. You may be relatively expensive, but you are worth every penny.

Love,

Sarah

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Dear Tongue (is my tongue an inanimate object? No? Yes? I suppose the question is: is it alive independent of my mouth? No…),

Sorry you now have Cortizone on you and are inflamed with little bumps. I just couldn’t resist licking the Cheeto cheesiness off my fingers, forgetting I had just applied the less-than-appetizing ointment. Please forgive me, I’ll make sure I apply Cortizone AFTER eating Cheetos from now on.

Love,

Me