Free Range Words With Jen

The other night, we went out to a show. I like the music scene we go to—everyone is super lovely, and I never have a sour taste in my mouth from the interactions we run into. They’re always fun, and I have the best conversations more often than not. As you may know, I haven’t been drinking or doing any party favors. I’d like to think that this doesn’t limit my ability to enjoy myself, but for whatever reason, I wasn’t able to hold solid conversations with anyone that night—partially because I was tired, and talking felt like a chore. How It Started I felt bad when my significant other…