Where the Adult does a brief check in on himself and his progress since last posting.
Where the adult, roughly two months from moving out, tries to work through feelings of both "home" and what that word means to him.
Where I attempt to go through my process of developing healthy mechanisms as virtually every corner of my life has been torn asunder... Oh, and I wax lyrical about the toilets at work.
Howdy Doody! Just Gonna do a wee checking in today, with three goals in mind. Goal Numero Uno Firstly, just trying to get back in the swing of posting. It's an obvious thing, but it's true. The more you write, the better you'll be as you notice those little hiccups and with any luck, manage to … Continue reading Mini Milestone Adultations
Today, I'm diving right in. There's no warm-up. There will be no prelude. There will be an absolutely gorgeous piece of music though. Because today I have a question that needs answering, and I'm hoping you can help me, or at the very least, Understand. Today, I want to know, I need to know... What's the … Continue reading Interview Daze
Howdy Doody! I'm back, or at the very least, I'm on the road to getting back. If you haven't heard the good news, that bastard Henri Fayol has finally, FINALLY been laid to rest. Before we go further, here's today's song. May have linked it before, but I don't think I ever swore not to … Continue reading Three Little Wins or “Hey, at least I’m trying.”
Howdy doody! Yes, yes, I'm still alive. I know, believe me I know, I'm just as disappointed as you are. I write this, juiced to the nines on any kind of medicine I can successfully ingest while slathered in Vicks. My neck has become a potters field of Doritos, biscuits and varying meats of questionable origin. … Continue reading Killing Time is a slow way to die