I remember way back long ago there was a time when I had Really Deep Thoughts about Really Big Things, and I loved to sit up late at night and think them, roll them around, write about them, get drunk on their meanings. The world was so big and so large and so grand and …
Category Archives: Journal
Futteeg.
I’m too god-damned tired to care. If my managers offer me comp-time for all the personal time I’ve sold them on this hot project, you bet your face I’m going to fucking take it.
Head East
Perhaps tonight isn’t the best of nights to sit at home and listen to Stabbing Westward. But it’s already 2 hours to bedtime. Too late to make something of the evening.
Time and Distance
I am not in the habit of discussing matters of the heart publicly, but if you’re wondering what I’ve been up to the past few months…. I’m coming out of this Thing I had with someone. It was never really defined, so Thing is what we’ll call it. By the strictest definition, yeah, it was …
Adhesive
To be fair, the friendship I destroyed was mended. You can still see the chips, cracks, and glue smudges, but it’s functional again. It took some difficult talking, some private thinking, and a mutual redefinition to make it work. A little bit of distance is good medicine, too. We’ll revisit the matter in a few …