Call It a Life Update If You Want

Why I haven’t been writing as much, why I’m ready to go therapist shopping, and why I’m so mad at yams

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There have been no yams in stores for the last three months and it’s really fucking getting to me.

Also, I went therapist shopping and didn’t like what I found so guess what, Kathy? I’m back!

And by back I mean, let’s have a session, pretend it solves all my problems (it did solve one actually), and then ghost each other again. To be fair, I’m not her only client to do this, which she assured me of.

But back to the yams. Why is it that the one thing this damn country doesn’t grow itself is the one thing I really want and need? Yams!! Out of everything, it just had to be yams. Someone tell me how easy (don’t tell me if it’s hard) it is to grow them. Because as you don’t know, my wife and I are pretend to start a backyard garden. And by pretending, I mean, it’s been raining suddenly nonstop, and I need to finish building the planter boxes cause I’m Bob the Fucking Lesbian Builder with ADHD. Which means it’s been 2–3 weekends now since we’ve bought everything.

I’ve built 2 planter boxes. Bent some screws and broke a drill bit too. Just cause the cartoon dunce can do it gracefully in claymation, doesn’t mean I can do it…