When I am on graveyard shift rotation, I cannot help but feel bankrupt. Socially, mentally, physically, spiritually bankrupt. Haven’t even started my first shift yet (that’s tonight), but with the black plastic over my windows, I miss the sun already. My sleep is either too long or too short. Feast or famine, and nothing in …
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Push Up and Twist
Effective June 1, I am promoted at work to Tier 3 technical support. This is a good and bad thing. Good in that I get more pay and more capabilities in the datacenter. Bad in that I have more responsibilities and will be in the on-call rotation. I should be happy about it. Really, I …
Downtowner
Last night, I was walking down the hipster end of Sixth Street, just had a hipster slice of pizza at a hipster pizzeria, and then a hipster bird on a hipster sign shat on my hipster beard. It was magical.
Bottled Up
Due to a recent health issue, my doctor told me I had to stop drinking, give my body a rest. It’s not that I’m addicted (I’m not), it’s that I’m habitual. When there’s a bottle in my house, of course I’ll have some shots before bed. But I’ve been doing this daily — for the …
Clam
I think I am going to shut up now. I have opinions. Opinions on things that matter. They are empty opinions with no force, no defense. I cannot defend them, because defending means struggle. I cannot struggle. Matter of fact, I am a coward on the things that matter. I wish this were a joke, …