Andrea Lambert discusses having nothing to celebrate on Lunar New Year but the deaths of old friendships and her general disdain for people in Reno, Nevada in terms of new friends. If you’re packing, it’s not happening.

Andrea Lambert reads a poem after that one Leonard Cohen song, Chelsea Hotel #2. Turning the male gaze into the female. It’s probably been done, but oops, I did it again.

Andrea Lambert relates frustrating bureaucratic hi jinx surrounding being put back on antipsychotics for her Schizophrenia yesterday.

Andrea Lambert bows to the intimidation campaign and acknowledges her own disabilities limitions.

Andrea Lambert discusses how being a bridesmaid led to a wonderful journey of discovery of what petty cruel assholes the common people are. She vents about The Dustbin, Portland, and punks, and goes on to shill some books as usual.

Andrea Lambert announces that her book Neon Hysteric is back in print thanks to cyberwit.net, her excellent publisher. Who a certain Substacker had some questionable opinions about. Sending her into a rage.

Andrea Lambert finds a random work glove on her bedroom floor in the morning, and riffs about cats and safe sex for a bit.

Andrea announces that she is taking a break from social media until after the presidential election. They call them “Battleground States” for a reason. This podcast can stay.

A predawn doorbell ring alarms me, as I attempt to to re establish domestic normalcy.

When my viewing of RuPaul’s Drag Race is interrupted by shouts of, “You can’t tell me my neighbor is a homosexual” I become quite perturbed.