The dickhead in the cloak
I’ve drawn this card twice in three days, so I guess I’d better pay attention. I’m the dickhead in the cloak, mournfully surveying all I’ve lost. In this case, what looks like wine could equally be blood. I’m nearly a year into full-blown perimenopause, and the symptoms still knock me sideways on more days than … Continue reading The dickhead in the cloak
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