Stories. Not a blog.

WORKING ON THE ENDEAVOR. STORIES ARE MAGIC. THIS LIFE IS A GIFT.

My sharing battery has officially died out; and I am afraid it won't recharge for a very long time. (perhaps it won't ever recharge, but we shall see) For days and days I have tried to think of something important, something insightful, something meaningful to share, and I have nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And I just don't feel excited anymore. With life in general and with Stories. Not a blog. I have run out of things to say; of things to share, and although a big part of me feels relieved to have reached this point I really miss waking up with the desire to spend hours working and writing for this humble yet currently abandoned Not a blog.

I will officially take a month-long “hiatus” to refocus (and recharge?). On both Not a blog. and on my Endeavor, which I have also abandoned. I need it. I need to not be here—at least for a while—without feeling guilty.

I will endeavor to be back September 1st; but no guarantees will be (officially) made (to either myself or the few souls to happen to read this). I need time to do a lot of stupid yet important stuff, and at this junction in time Stories. Not a blog. is (unfortunately, regrettably) getting in the way. Perhaps if and/or when I do return I will have more of my stories written down, and an interesting or insightful or meaningful thing (or two) to share.

Goodbye (for now?). (and wish me luck!)

Godspeed.

C. W.

I started eating mushrooms recently and have only committed myself to one species (portobello mushrooms) in particular because of an awful story I was fed as a child.

When I was a toddler a family member told me that mushrooms were grown inside used diapers. That's it. That's the story. For 20+ years I've avoided eating mushrooms because a family member scared me into believing that all mushrooms were grown inside dirty, soiled, shit-stained, piss-filled, heavy, wet, and nasty diapers.

As I grew I (obviously) realized this family member had (obviously) lied, but guess what, Stranger? Out of curiosity one day I “Googled It” and won't you fucking believe it, some scientists in Mexico ACTUALLY did it. They grew diapers inside dirty, soiled, shit-stained, piss-filled, heavy, wet and nasty diapers.

The world is fucking crazy.

Godspeed.

C. W.

Note: I know ABC Mouse News isn't too reliable of a source for some, but it was the best I could find. A simple Mushroom Diapers search on Google will give you a bunch of articles if you're interested.

A few days ago, for no particular reason, R. and I watched ALL 3 Divergent movies. In order. Without skipping around (I usually skip around when I watch movies; whether I've seen them before or not unless the movie is somehow TOO GOOD to skip (which is exceedingly rare)) and without any breaks in between.

It was a horrible (awful, excruciating, agonizing, soul-destroying) experience and unless I am binge watching the LOTR trilogy again I will NEVER do something like this (again!). Well, there might be exceptions in the future, but they will be VERY rare and sporadic and I will take appropriate breaks and skip around (just a little bit) when absolutely necessary.

We started watching around 6:30PM (Friday, July 16th) and finished around 12:48am (Saturday, July 17th).

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I'm not updating Stories. Not a blog. as much as I used to because I'm scared of being a nuisance (to you) (perhaps I'll expand more on this later?). I know you can't see or hear me (heck, you don't even know who I am and you can choose not to read SNAB if you'd like) but I am so afraid of you (stranger) thinking I'm an annoyance or nuisance of any kind.

I thought I wasn't writing/updating due to laziness, but that's not the case. After the “poems” I wrote a while ago I've felt “off” and being “sick” for several weeks made it worse. Any creativity I had is now gone and I don't know what else to say except sorry. I still have things to finish, but I don't know when that'll be. Hopefully something interesting will sprout up soon.

Godspeed.

C. W.

I am having a mid-midlife crisis. I have been desperately looking for this stupid hamburger from my childhood and I CANNOT FIND IT ANYWHERE. Well, I can cause’ I managed to find a picture, but I mean I can’t find anywhere to purchase it. I used to buy these a lot as a kid and its been over a decade since my lips have tasted their marshmallow-y goodness.

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I hate not updating SNAB often, but these past three weeks have been dreadful. I was “sick” for two of them, and this week I've been struggling. In my previous post I said I was excited to get back to my normal activities, but anxiety, a dear old friend of mine, has been making the rounds; which means I haven't been able to do anything productive.

I have two stories semi-ready, though. I will try my hardest to complete them soon and then they'll be up. In the meantime I'm gonna get back to working on my Endeavor and trying to re-establish a somewhat normal sleep schedule.

Godspeed.

C. W.

After 2 weeks of being “sick” I FINALLY feel better. It is a huge relief to be able to get back to my normal activities, but seriously! Why did “getting better” take so damn long?

Godspeed.

C. W.

It is 86 degrees outside and sunny, but I am still wearing a thick robe and warm pants.

Why? Well, because I am still “sick”.

The fatigue returned and my nose is still stuffy. I feel somewhat disoriented and mildly dizzy; and all I want to do is sleep.

It's been 10 days of hell and if things don't improve by Friday I will schedule a doctor's appointment and see what's going on.

In the meantime, please wish me luck. I have no idea why the vaccine is having such a horrible effect on me! (still don't regret it, though.)

Godspeed.

C. W.

(last week) And it sucked. A lot.

DAY 1: GETTING THE SHOT

The first part of the afternoon after getting the vaccine went by smoothly. I had lots of energy and felt good. Around 8PM, however, things started to change. I began to feel EXTREMELY TIRED and my head began to feel as if it had been stuffed inside a box with safety packaging and bubble wrap. Everything felt tight and I began to feel a little bit disoriented.

After eating a light meal I went to bed and then BOOM! The real pain and misery began.

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My sister graduated from high school last week. The ceremony was long; full of unnecessary musical breaks and arduous speeches, but I was so happy to be there. She looked cute as a button getting her diploma AND she graduated summa cum laude.

Happy to say I am a VERY PROUD big sister.

Godspeed.

C. W.

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