There are few things as confounding as being a night owl who loves waking up early. I love the world at 3 am, yet I also love waking up to the sunrise and early morning light. If only I didn't need sleep.

I really don't like being a prick, but, for what Verizon charges, the fact that my phone is currently a paperweight is less than ideal. Wow, it was easier than I thought to remain semi-diplomatic...

There’s something about Carolina teams and players named Cam. #carolinaculture #keeppounding

We all know how this ends, but, when it does, the league will act shocked. It’s a sick joke that such a beautiful game is represented by this circus of a league.

The NHL is an absolute joke. We all saw Colin Campbell’s emails, yet he’s still allowed to hold any position with anything to do with the league. You’ve got a team that just cannot stop elbowing opponents in the head, yet faces no supplemental discipline.

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The fact that the NHL continues to employ Colin Campbell is fucking farcical.

The world is full of fucking morons and the internet gives them a pulpit.

Why am I surprised that the USPS sent a package back to the sender, claiming "incomplete address" despite the label clearly showing the correct name and full address? Absolutely fucking wonderful work.

(9/9)Reach out to the @988Lifeline, your doctor, your friends, your significant other. You may be loathe to ask for help, but there's no shame in admitting you need it. Hell, reach out to me, I'll be glad to listen and help you connect with the right people. Don't give up. Ever.

(8/9) No, I'm not where I want to be, and I still have days where the sun never shines. It's hard. It's ugly. It can hurt like a motherfucker. It's tough to realize you aren't alone, even when you're surrounded by people, but you're not...

(7/9) But, those fractures still remain. The turning point for me was the realization that I can't overcome them alone. I reached out and have gotten back into therapy. I spend time each day focusing on my reasons to be thankful...

(6/9) I decided to follow a life-long passion and focus on writing. I've published 10 books under my own name and two dozen others under pen names. Some months are good, others aren't. I try to focus on the positives, like the fact that some people actually enjoy what I write...

(5/9) I was ready for it all to be over. I thought the best times had all come and gone, that my life had peaked, and that there was no hope for anything more than a quickening slide into total despair. Truth be told, I still have those days...

(4/9) Every fucking day felt exactly the same, shrouded in a dark fog that never lifted. Happiness didn't exist, only states of less sadness than others. Anxiety fueled every thought in my head and created scenarios to feed itself...

(3/9) Ultimately, I reached the point where nothing felt like it mattered. My son wouldn't need me, because all I could do was set the example of what not to be. I couldn't take the thought of him growing up to be like me, since I regarded myself as a failure...

(2/9) Eight years ago, I hit the lowest point I'd ever experienced. Despite being surrounded by awesome people, my job had me burned out completely. It wasn't a particularly taxing job, just one that gradually wore me down...

(1/9) #mentalhealth, #MentalHealthAwareness, and #mentalhealthsupport are often cited as neglected areas in the modern world. Let's be completely honest, they absolutely are. On the off-chance that someone out there needs proof they're not alone, I'll share my story...

Why the fuck does the Oillie’s bathroom look like a set from The Warriors?

I don't know what the hell is going on with @VerizonSupport , but sitting for two hours with no resolution is kinda bullshit.

Best sport. Worst league. 🤡