There’s something in the water. And everybody’s drinking it.
I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.
If you’re not writing, then you’re not a writer. There. I said it. Fight me.
Getting to the door is more difficult than I might have thought originally. Continue reading morning coffee: My Life as an Amoeba (Oct. 9)
The time loop seems to repeat about every five minutes these days. It’s only a matter of time before the office reaches mass capacity. Continue reading morning coffee: Office Politics (Oct. 9)
Here’s a quick sonnet. Enjoy! Continue reading A Quick Sonnet
It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece. Continue reading morning coffee: A Recap of October 9th (so far)
Sartre writes that hell is other people. Obviously, he had never been here. Continue reading morning coffee: Overtime (10.9)
Something big’s going to happen today. Wait. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on October Ninth