Where’s Whoopsie #10: Fireworks

When putting out metaphorical fires, it’s generally a good idea not to add any literal ones into the mix. I didn’t this past week, but it was a nearer miss than I would have preferred. I spent most of my twenties self-medicating my ADHD with coffee. My grad advisor used to text me before conference … Continue reading Where’s Whoopsie #10: Fireworks