There’s something in the water. And everybody’s drinking it.
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I did it. I reached the door. Now, I regret everything.
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)
Seems like there have been more interruptions than content lately. But things are about to change. Continue reading Update: It’s time to start thinking about the future.
It’s hard to determine a picture from a single puzzle piece. Continue reading morning coffee: A Recap of October 9th (so far)
I’ve been living the same day for days now. Maybe weeks. I don’t know. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on 10/9
I can’t drink my coffee. My hands are too small, and the cup is too big. Continue reading morning coffee: Small Hands, Big Cup