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, 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.

Morning coffee, 8.10.17

There’s something on my desk, and I didn’t put it there.

Morning coffee, 8.9.17

They’re onto me.

Morning coffee, 8.7.17

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

Morning coffee, 8.1.17.

I’m finally working in a position that encourages me to think creatively, so it behooves me to take fifteen minutes every morning warm up my brain.