Objects are my new shrink.

Sorry for the quietus, friends. I’m always meaning to write something and then I don’t. The Black Dogs. You know.

Anyway, I just turned 49. Turns out this mid-life crisis thing is real. I find myself taking stock of my life’s work, of what I’m doing now and what might be coming next, and I don’t feel that great about any of it. I do feel lucky, of course, but within the parameters of my privileged life, I don’t feel great.

So one thing I’ve been doing to cheer myself up is talking to inanimate objects about how I feel and recording the results. Since actual therapy is expensive, I’m just gonna make up my own. Enjoy.