Take a wild guess which day I got a #headache?
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One of the true joys of #MiddleAge: waking up at 4:30am because you worked out a little too hard yesterday, your body aches all over, and somehow that shit wakes you up 🤦🏽♂️
This awaited me in the kitchen after I woke up today. A crafty teen who loves #spiders might have a funeral planned. 🕷️🕷️🕷️🪦🪦🪦
I could have finished my adhd blog last night (I just had to finish optimizing performance) but … I wasn’t totally thrilled with the colors and their use. Which led to a #rabbithole on UX (user experience), colors in websites & apps, and messing around with a plethora of color palette generators & tools (many of which were new to me and super cool). This prolly led to today’s insomnia as I hyperfocused & missed my melatonin window (at least that’s one theory I have for my shitty sleep).
I remember the day #KurtCobain died so clearly. It was April 5, 1994; I was a senior at #NorthwesternUniversity. I had no classes that day. I woke up, showered, and put on combat boots, brown linen pants, black t shirt & my #SocialDistortion Skelly hat. (Why I recall my outfit I have no idea.) I heard on the radio that they ‘found a body’ in Cobain’s house & didn’t think much of it. I figured somebody had OD’d and maybe it was him – but prolly not because he should be happy with his phenomenal success, no? I walked over to a friends’ apartment. We were hanging out & drinking MGD when the real news came out. We were stunned. I have no recollection what the rest of the day was like, what we talked about or anything. I wish he’d gotten the help he needed. Photo by Adam Jones. ...
