I talk about missing Mom, give another update on Midnight Sun, talk about books I'm looking forward to reading next and podcasts I'm listening to. The way little things I'll never get to do with Mom creep up on me comes up, and I ramble about my love for Gaga, writing, haunted houses, and all things October as well as finding my way back to feeling passion and using my passion for good instead of handing it over that energy to my anxiety. I swear a lot. And I talk about death, suicide, grief, you know. The usual things I warn about here. Also, I was wrong Andy Warhol used cameras that could only film for TWO minutes at a time, not 15 minutes at a time.