My Dog is Chelsea

The view when I get out of elevator at work looks something like this:

Minus the orange leaves, of course. Also minus the skyscrapers—my view actually includes the Willamette River and Ross Island. But whatever. The point is for you to see Mt. Hood.
When it’s time to leave work, I often take a longcut to the [...]

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I have a few gray hairs. Not so many that your first thought upon seeing me is “DAMN! That girl looks like Matlock,” but enough so that at some point while you’re talking to me, you begin to notice that my once-brunette hair looks a little too stale to belong to a 24-year-old. I’ve been [...]

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Sometimes the back doors of the buses in Portland randomly decide to open and close, open and close, open and close. This happened to my bus today. I couldn’t help but laugh—it reminded me of that scene in Mary Poppins where the little kid finally figures out how to snap, causing the messy nursery to [...]

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“Am I going to fall asleep?”
“Sleep? What do you think this is, a Motel 6?”
“They said I was going to fall asleep. And I heard them say they were switching to the stuff that was going to make my sleepy. And that it would happen immediately. But I’m not—”
That’s the last thing I remember of [...]

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I was wrong about the Lump—I still have it for another 6 days. Apparently, getting rid of it will not be as easy as tooth-drilling, although the surgeon seemed really excited about how perfectly accessible it is and made it sound like this will be a snap for him. Good. Unfortunately, it’ll require sedation, and [...]

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