Morning coffee, 8.22.17

The oak leaf I pinned to my cubicle wall has begun to root–without soil, water, or sunlight. 

Morning coffee // The Door

I did it. I touched the door. Now, I regret everything. 

We interrupt this program, 8.19.17

Howdy folks. Writer here, stepping away from behind the curtain.

Morning coffee, 8.18.17

I unknowingly trespassed onto the Yalper’s territory this morning. Now he’s challenged me to some sort of primal duel.

Morning coffee, 8.17.17

The duck has transformed. It’s consumed the entire cubicle wall. It’s become sentient.

WItP // Musings on irrecollections.

I’ve been thinking a lot about that word, irrecollections.

Morning coffee, 8.8.17

There’s a stain on my cubicle wall, and it looks like a duck.

Morning coffee, 8.7.17

There’s something wrong with the office doors. Let me explain.

WItP // Graduation night, 8.5.17

A funny thing happened on my way home from the in-laws’.

We interrupt this program.

I’ve been working on the site all afternoon (hence the hole in my post schedule), and I’ve changed a few things.