I came home from running the other day and my key wouldn’t work in the building door. Everyone’s gone through that first moment when the key doesn’t turn. You jiggle it, pull it out, confirm that it is–yes–the right key,…
I came home from running the other day and my key wouldn’t work in the building door. Everyone’s gone through that first moment when the key doesn’t turn. You jiggle it, pull it out, confirm that it is–yes–the right key,…
Cat Zulejka here. If you don’t know me, educate yourself below: I am the most beautiful cat ever. Not even flowers can compare. Confirm: I have claws that can drive fear into the fiercest heart: And I am capable of…
This week, the darkness is on haitus. You get a lucky escape. And rather than a book review, you get pictures of Prague from my walk home from my swing dance class. Because occasionally I’m in a social mood–only, since…
People get up to weird crap in Prague. Don’t believe me? Feast yourself on the following bits taken from various incidents, some noted in the journal I used to keep while waiting for the tram to work pre-Covid: We’re only…
So the last time I went to a swing dance event, it ended with my ex lounging like a lord in the corner of a dance hall with ladies lounging all around him like coily pretties. Like seriously. And me…
No, that title is NOT a euphemism for my paranoid OCD! I really do have a friend who has been officially diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia since she was 28 and has agreed to do an interview! So Sunday night, right,…