Shitters. Once again, any attempt at a content calendar I once may have had has been foiled by this thing we call life MOVING WHILE MERCURY IS IN RETROGRADE, which has left me with the harsh realization that moving is literal hell on Earth unless you live anywhere but a shoebox NYC apartment moving 10 blocks south to get out of Murray Hill. I wrote this sentence after a bit of tequila, and I’m LEAVING IT IN because this is a safe space.