morning coffee: Drink. (Don’t Drink.)

There’s something in the water. And everybody’s drinking it.

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morning coffee: Encephalectomy, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and– (Oct. 9)

I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.

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morning coffee: Overtime (10.9)

Sartre writes that hell is other people. Obviously, he had never been here.  Continue reading morning coffee: Overtime (10.9)

morning coffee: Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly

I don’t mean to complain. I’m not complaining. I’m not a complainer, per se, but I’ve been the only team member to consistently show up to work for over three weeks.  Continue reading morning coffee: Everyone is Dead, Maybe, Possibly

morning coffee: Bill Gets a Haircut

I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.

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morning coffee: A Third Inexplicable Leaf

Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing. Continue reading morning coffee: A Third Inexplicable Leaf

morning coffee: What I Saw at the Top

It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box.  Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Top

morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t.  Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom

morning coffee: The Hole at the Bottom of my Lunch Box

How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?

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