Day 7 — Blood, California, and My Anxiety
Well… I just got home from the lab. Again. I feel like at this point they should know me by name and maybe offer me a punch card. Ten pokes…
Well… I just got home from the lab. Again. I feel like at this point they should know me by name and maybe offer me a punch card. Ten pokes…
Okay y’all, let’s talk about how I’ve basically become a full-blown digital Picasso overnight. I’ve been glued to my iPad like a caffeinated raccoon with a stylus, creating all the…