I had a roommate light a loose wax candle. No holder. Then he left the fucking house. As you can imagine the wax melted onto the table and spread the flame. I saw the light of the flame from the crack of my bedroom door. I was home alone but fortunately I caught it before the fire spread beyond the table.

A part of me couldn’t help but feel like he was trying to kill me.

I’m gonna throw this at someone next time they act like I’m an extremist for being anti-maga

I just try to not eat too much processed food and go to the gym

I drink just as frequently as I used to but now it’s more wine with dinner or a bottle of wine on a Friday night. Compare that to downing cheap hard liquor after taking like 10 mg of Xanax. I’ve naturally slowed down over the years. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll actually be totally sober one day which is a crazy thought to me. If the trend continues it may eventually happen though.