Hours worked this week: 76.6, for a six-day week. Miles driven for work this week: 841. And I didn’t even drive anywhere Sunday. Days I still managed to drag myself to the gym: 4, exactly as planned. I now know I can do this and am not allowed to make “But I had to work ...
Wearing a mouthguard is weird. I had to order one because I’ve been super-stressed what with the strike and all, and have been grinding my teeth when I sleep, leading to some fairly irritating jaw pain. I’d done this before when I was unemployed, and my dentist had suggested $1500 worth of contraptions to prevent ...
I have a story I recently learned about from my mom to share with those of you who are having kids. You are a percentage of my group of friends which is increasing at an alarming rate, so I feel a need to warn you. This is the story of what happens when a joke ...
Some days, I think I’m starting to really lose my mind. And then I read a handwritten pro se lawsuit like this festival of batshit craziness and realize I have a long way to go. Courtesy Fark.
Having spoken to precisely two people in person in the last week and a half, including my neighbor who came up to tell me that anytime I ran water in my apartment her kitchen was flooding, it was nice to have Miss Cleo come by tonight. However, I’ve been so starved for human contact, I ...
Yesterday, I was bored. Today, I’m restless. Tommorrow, I think I’m going to hit full-on Marge on a plane “LetmeoutLetmeoutLetmeoutLetmeout!” mode. This is going to be a looooong summer.
It is done. And the pegleg has arrived: Yeah, I know it looks goofy as hell, but it works, and that’s all I give a shit about. More pictures at my flickr page, which will be getting updated quite a bit since I now have a whooooooooooole lot of time on my hands and pretty ...
One mind, poor condition (approximately three functioning brain cells remaining at time of loss). If found, please return to me circa 6pm today/yesterday. Would have been of significant help. Willing to trade for functioning right left leg. Edit, Sunday night – Here’s how nuts I was when I wrote this: I asked for the wrong ...
So tired that when I was at the hardware store tonight waiting for the credit card swiper to bring up the signature page, I started randomly singing the “doo doo doo dee doo dee doo doo do” part of The Hustle…out loud. The clerk noticed, and called me on it. I told him it was ...