I fiddle with the big box. Extract the small glass containers, a tray of pills, and two plastic things that take experience to unscrew the "lid". Am I a prepper now? Or an addict? Intuitively, I double all recommended doses.

The pills and the attitude hold.

I dance with my monsters in a wild rumpus in the kitchen after a dreadful day, I eat dessert for dinner whenever I feel small, and I do headstands to lose my period. Watch me bitches.

—What's your wild?