My intuition has been speaking to me in the voice of Gene Kranz today. “Gentlemen, I suggest you figure out how to put a square peg in a round hole.” “Work the problem, people. Don’t make things worse by guessing.” “Failure is not an option.” (Sometimes the stakes are so high, it isn’t.)

Them: “You can’t fit a square peg in a round hole.” Me: “First of all, Apollo 13 taught me that you can and sometimes you fucking need to.”

Just took a bottle of wine and a pint of ice cream into the living room to watch Rings of Power. Having a totally normal one over here.

Sometimes I think I was the only one in my family cursed with AuDHD, the others seem to be one or the other. ADHD Mom: “Why did you turn off the kitchen lights?” Me: “Because they were loud.” Autistic sister: “Literally or figuratively?” Me: “Yes.” Mom: “Shit, those lights are about to go out.”

Clean version: Therapist: “What are you going to do to process these new, intense emotions?” Me: “Help my friend with her emotional crisis to forget my own.” Therapist: “No.”

CW: horny shitpost Therapist: “What are you going to do to process all these new, intense emotions?” Me: “Get railed and pretend they don’t exist.” Therapist: “No.”

Gen X saying they’re the most traumatized generation but the Gen Xers I’ve dated have been by far the most stable partners I’ve had. My fellow Millennials seem to be all hot messes.

While I have greatly missed this jawline that can cut glass, I’m pretty sure the 15 lbs I’ve lost over the summer has not been healthy. I’m back down to the weight I was as a freshman and sophomore in high school at 34.

Every once in a blue supermoon, I seem to bump into someone who changes my life within the first few minutes of meeting them. I had one of those today. As we cried and bear-hugged one another, she spoke to me in Mando’a, heaping on heavy amounts of hope and affirmation. I needed that.

Commander William T. Riker, original giga chad, would never do this to me.