Fightin’ Words // On Not Writing

If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me.

WItP // Let’s Get a Little More Social

Another minor update before I roll out the end of morning coffee. 

WItP // Let’s Play Ketchup

Holy cow. I’ve been busy the last couple weeks. 

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 // There’s Something in the Water

I can’t drink from the water cooler anymore. There’s something in it.

morning coffee // Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly

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.