An Open Letter to the Squirrels in My Brain
You can eff the eff off already. Dear Squirrels in my brain, First, yes, I know you might actually be brain weasels. Whatever. A rodent is a rodent (vermin are vermin). In either case, you sit there in my head, chittering and chattering away, spewing bullshit at me. And I do not appreciate it. There are four distinct areas of my life right now that I’m working to improve. My health, my fencing, my writing career, and my self-esteem. This