(A short story by Irene B.) “T-minus three hours!” Popped up Denise’s text, breaking my once chill morning of scrolling. That was how much time I had before I was supposed to bake my very first loaf of sourdough bread. This is what I get for trying to support a friend… a mate. This is what I get for greedily eating every piece and version of the delicious offering my mate, Krissy, makes. Now here’s me, enrolled in a five-plus-hour class. I blame my stomach. Then Denise adds, all casual and shit. “Who’s excited to make bread?” Immediately my stomach dropped, and a loud “fuck” slipped past my lips, but I hearted her comment. Nikki: “Wait, so we’re starting…
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What Did You Love Before the Internet Ate Your Brain?
We Used to Climb Trees. Now We Swipe Reels. For those of you working a 9-to-5 to maintain access to running water and the occasional bowl of gruel, do you also have a hobby or three? For fun, mental health, and prison-avoidance. And actually, this can also apply to you newly retired folks, the ‘I have more money than God’ peeps, or the ‘Work? What’s work?’ collective. #YaLuckyBastards. So… What Do You Actually Do for Fun? Another of the things I’ve realized as I keep getting older is that we really need something else to look forward to outside of work, and on a consistent basis. And if you are indeed…
