Our memory foam bed has Alzheimer's. It no longer
knows how to find its form again. Either that or there is a ghost
sleeping in our bed right now, because there is an outline of a body still
etched in the foam.
An in-depth, and let's face it scary, look at how I think and observe the world. I've often been called weird. But what is normal, really? Maybe I'm normal, and all of you are weird.
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Vendor Specifications
Sometimes trying to read and
interpret vendor specifications at work is akin to spending hours wondering
what drugs they were on when they wrote them.
"Yes, after reading
these specs, I'm detecting that at least eight separate narcotics were in use
simultaneously when you wrote this. Please review and confirm after you're
sober."
Monday, March 14, 2016
The Replacement Pact
I told my wife that if she dies, that I'm going to wait
about a week and start looking for someone else. It is no disrespect to her
memory, just that I can't be alone. She told me that she understood. She said
that if I ever get sick that she'll start looking too. Wait...what?!
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