Where I reflect on life and death and living

As a general rule, I take every Friday the 13th off as a personal day. When I first started these “holidays,” the hope was to sit in bed, drink myself silly during the day, and watch a marathon of the titallitating adventures of Jason Vorhees and/or Jason’s Mom and their implementation of creative (though controversial)… Continue reading Where I reflect on life and death and living

Where I let the random fly on the Friday before a long weekend

A few days ago, a trickle of water hit my head at my desk . . . I inquired about who to go to, because, well, it wasn’t raining, and I don’t work on the top floor of my building, and, you know, water dripping onto your head is not within the realm of “expected”… Continue reading Where I let the random fly on the Friday before a long weekend