I don’t mean to complain. I’m not complaining. I’m not a complainer, per se, but I’ve been the only team member to consistently show up to work for over three weeks. Continue reading morning coffee // Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly
I burned Bill today.
I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.
Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing. Continue reading morning coffee // A Third Inexplicable Leaf
It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. Continue reading morning coffee // What I Saw at the Top
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.
That window is oppressive. Continue reading morning coffee // The Light in the Window