The Bay Area braces for the heaviest rain yet as I do what any responsible adult would do: finally take a shower, eat extremely spicy chips, and blame my digestive system on cream cheese & onion Ritz Crisp Thins.
We talk flood watches, hot snacks that lie about how spicy they are, and why sweetness somehow makes pain worse. I spiral into why I’m tired all the time (sleep apnea? blood sugar? vibes?), roast a “skilled” cold caller who absolutely was not skilled, and marvel at the fact that vinyl sales are higher than they’ve been since 1984.
Plus: cats manipulating men through excessive meowing, Spotify allegedly being scraped into oblivion, and my new favorite way to listen to music — six alternative radio stations open at once, zero loyalty, maximum stimulation.
I’m not listening to a station.
I’m sampling the nation.
I’m sampling the nation.