I promise not to just listen to Crowded House and tear-up tonight, but it's going to happen more at some point.

So mad I'm going to miss out on the waves of Megalopoposting sure to dominate the rest of 2024.

The night the closure of Cohost was announced, I was a wreck. There were already several wonderful, heartfelt, beautiful goodbyes that had touched me. Cohost felt like the last piece of something, and it was going away, and I don't know if we'll ever see it again. So I sat there for I don't know how long rambling out a voice-to-text post in the dark about how I felt in the moment. I've cleaned it up below. It might still be a little rough around the edges, but I'd regret not trying to put it out there. So join my midnight madness after the median.