Welcome to the archive! You found it, you clever thing. The first iteration of Highly Illogical was as a small newsletter, and then as a short-lived blog. I have included some selected posts from the past here. Some of them may have broken links or missing photos. Sorry.
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Adapted from Highly Illogical, Volume 2, Issue 3, sent on July 19, 2017
I'm writing today because there's something I need to say. A lot, actually. I'm writing today because I have so much to say that I have been stunned into silence for months, worried that if I began writing to you, my love, I would never stop. That I would die of dehydration at my keyboard, typing furiously, hoping to make you understand the way I have been feeling. Dear one, my greatest fear is that you will never understand me, not because you cannot, but because I fail to give you the opportunity. So I am here, hunched over my tiny laptop, legs sprawled across the bed, writing to you.