Constant Doomsday of Me

Little random episodes of misfortune/ [at the time]"doomsdays" of mine. Maybe we'll figure out why I am the way I am through this.

It's interesting to exercise tapping into "younger me", plus I'm learning not to hate non-fiction and that I have a knack for prose and memoirs. (So thanks unfortunate events?)

This is particularly well received by family and friends so enjoy. Have a giggle and smile at my expense.