grayness

The things some people forget. sigh

Friend 1 is home from Nepal. I am ever so relieved that she's back to the (relative) safety of New York. And that her cat seems to have fared well with his catsitter, and is his same old self.

So many things in life are just... trivial. The people that I give a damn about make other things pale in comparison.

This is a good...
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Henhouse, continued

By the time I hit the door, they must have been finished with most of their little "motivational talk" for everyone else, because they were ready for me- or so they thought.

The thin one almost greeted me at the door- almost. But he wasn't the one that spoke. That would be the fat one.

"If you'd come into the conference room, we're...
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Hmmmm. I 'm not sure whether I'm suffering from a false memory or remembering a dream, or what.

Dredged up from the darkest recesses of the crenellations of my cortex, I "remember" having made a joke once where the punchline was something about "the separation of yurts and Heche".

I can't remember the setup for the life of me, so at least you're partially safe......
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I'm going to do more on the story this weekend, but I've decided it's going to be fiction, although this story will be inspired by the last year and a half or so of my life.

Nonfiction would just be a bad idea in many, many ways. And also, this way I've got a character that doesn't have to be me- after all you, my...
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The procrastination beast and I are engaged in furious hand-to-hand combat, a struggle of true epic proportions... please bear with me through these dark and perilious times...

Have I ever mentioned I never use sarcasm?

Interlude: Further thoughts on motivational speaking.

Roads are funny things. The road to somewhere is always also the road from somewhere. So doesn't this imply that the road back from Hell is also paved with good intentions?

In any event, I know the one-way express lane to hell is paved with bad intentions. So there.

I. Henhouse

It didn't start with a dame, let alone one coming into my office. The things that start in my life just don't start that way. No, this started when I left my office for one hour and a half and change. And change was what I got...

It was a nice April, as April in South Carolina goes. It was not one that...
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You know, I believe "Grayness" suits me to a 'T'. And since I have a gray T [um, somewhere], that works for me.

Friend one that I would usually talk to is in Nepal about now. I hope safe. Probably is... but I miss her. Friend two and I don't talk much- it's a quality versus quantity kinda thing. She'll be headed out to Israel...
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6) No "I" in "team", eh? Your loss. If you had that "I" in your "team" you could have quite "a time".