It’s the beginning of a new month, Journeyer. Which means that in addition to bill money in my bank account, I also have raging hormones to look forward to every day for a week. I’m talking the pimply-faced, swollen-body-limbs-aching-boobs-pants-don’t-fit, irritability-initiating, completely exhausting kind of physiological changes. In between Wednesday’s shifts I napped from a little after nine until twelve-forty. I … Read More