I have a whole lot of nothing to report. So much, I’ll do bullets: It’s still cold. Hovered at 36 all day. At least the rain stopped. Remember, yesterday morning it was 70 outside when I left for work. The baby (last I heard) doesn’t really have a fever, but she’s all clogged up so […]
I had many ideas for the subject line on this one: That light? It was a fucking train. Back in touch with my inner dumbass. On my ass. Etc. I don’t deal well with failure. No, make that I’m not dealing well with failure. No past tense about it. I always try to cut my […]
Last night? I had no fever, but I was almost delirious. Most of the night I had “The middle of the road” going through my head, stuck on random snippet repeat. The middle of the road is no private cul-de-sac. I can’t get to the curb to the cab without some little jerk on my […]