Welcome to A Day Leighton, A Dollar Short, a blog about being technically capable, chronically behind, and emotionally held together with forgotten passwords. This is where I document the small, absurd moments of everyday life: aging, nostalgia, anxiety, and the long-term damage of being labeled a gifted kid who became a former honor student now Googling basic life skills. Written by a Gen X theater kid who aced tests, missed the point, and assumed potential would somehow turn into a personality, this blog is part humor, part therapy, and part public record of someone who was promised greatness and delivered mediocrity instead. Pull up a chair. We’re all late, I never learned how to do taxes without panicking, and I definitely should have rehearsed this.
A Day Leighton, A Dollar Short 