Where art thou, oh, precious spectacles?
Ode to my ‘flying glasses’: O most precious spectacles, thou art fled!Mine eyes, now prisoners to mist obscure,Do mourn thy absence like the waning moon,Deprived of night’s celestial glow impure.…
night
Oh, the joys of insomnia!
Recently been suffering insomnia. It’s tough waking up at 4am or before. I’d better do something about it this time around… What’s worked in the past has been E X…
ER nightmares
I am going to be famous with my new song:Back in the ER ER.Hopefully it is a false alarm this time! Photo by Maxim Tolchinskiy on Unsplash
