Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Eighty: I don’t speak Italian, but he ain’t happy.

Who says nothing interesting ever happens when I’m on the road? Okay, if we’re being honest, while I was literally on the road, I would not say that anything truly interesting happened. I am ensconced in my (very nice) motel room in Florence, SC, but getting here, while not interesting, kinda sucked. I made record […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Eighty Four: Sometimes you just gotta say what the fuck.

A word, here, about moderating expectations. I am in New Jersey and it turns out that 24 hours out of my house did not, in fact, solve all my problems. And this is fine. This was a vain hope at best, but I’m not going to say I’m not a LITTLE peeved that my entire […]