For the longest time, all I could think about was how lonely I am.

Every morning started with the soft rumbles of whatever audiobook I decided to put on

to help me sleep.

My job, being work from home, ensured that I could work from bed if I was ever tired.

Even though I knew it was terrible for my back, I made that luxury the status quo.

I barely ever got up.

I didn't eat much, and on a long enough time scale, showers became a distant memory.

For the longest time, all I could think about was how lonely I was.

But I don't anymore.

Now all I think about are the spiders.

They say that Jesus' biggest miracle was having 12 close friends in his thirties.

Even though I was 29, the sentiment echoed through my head on a regular basis.

In an effort to pay rent after a round of layoffs at the bar where I worked, I picked up

a job managing the social media presence for a big clothing brand.

You've probably wore them at some point of your life, and chances are that the Instagram

and Facebook posts that I curated for them have slid across your news feeds once or twice

over the past year.

You probably didn't think about those posts too hard.

Neither did I.

I stayed in touch with some of my old co-workers from Power Glounge.

For a couple of weeks, we had a lively group chat where we reminisced about how trashy

the lounge was.

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