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The Night the Robot Ate Kiwi, the Lizards Cost a Mortgage, and My Body Mutinied
There’s a special level of hell reserved for assembling furniture with wrenches while your nerves feel like they’re being sandblasted from the inside. I know this because I was there. Picture this: I’m mid–stress-induced lupus flare. Joints on fire. Skin hurts to touch. Wearing a shirt feels aggressive. But I’m still on the floor, building bearded…
Crumbs and Chaos 