morning coffee // My Life as an Amoeba (Oct. 9)

Getting to the door is more difficult than I might have thought originally.

morning coffee // Office Politics (Oct. 9)

The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before we reach mass capacity.

morning coffee // What Happened on 10.9

Sartre writes that hell is other people. Obviously, he had never been here. 

morning coffee // What Happened on 10/9

I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know.

morning coffee // What Happened on October Ninth

Something big’s going to happen today. Wait.

morning coffee // What Happened on October 9th

Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen.

morning coffee // Small Hands, Big Cup

I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big.

morning coffee // Re-doing the Un-doable

I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again. 

morning coffee // The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything.

morning coffee // My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me

Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think.