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: What Happened on October Ninth

Something big’s going to happen today. Wait. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on October Ninth

morning coffee: What Happened on October 9th

Something big’s going to happen today. I just know it. It’s been foreseen. Continue reading morning coffee: What Happened on October 9th

morning coffee: Small Hands, Big Cup

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

morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

I have doomed us all. It cannot be undone. Again.  Continue reading morning coffee: Re-doing the Undoable

morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

I have a routine every morning. I set my backpack in my desk chair, unpack it, set it under my desk, log on, clock in, and drink my morning coffee. Then I check my ticket queue and start working. This has been my daily exercise, with little variation, for over four months.

It was startling, then, to arrive at my desk this morning and see that I had already finished everything. Continue reading morning coffee: The Man at My Desk

morning coffee: There’s Something in the Water

I can’t drink from the water cooler anymore. There’s something in it. Continue reading morning coffee: There’s Something in the Water

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