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in which he writes a short poem.
No Clear Winner
(an original poem by Dan Beatty)
Start on the ground:
One goes up,
One goes down. -
in which he fails to completely de-stress, but at least he attempts.
Well, I'm sick. Some kind of stupid throat crap has been going around at work, and I was doing my best to avoid it, but he finally caught up witih me. Kicked me right in the throat, as it were. (Hardy Har Har.) On top of that for some damn reason I can't sleep. I got about 3 hours tonight and couldn't get back down when I woke at 4am. So now here I ( Read more... ) -
Dan. You need to write more.
Why do I avoid sleep ( Read more... ) -
in which he shares a family receipe.
Thanksgiving was relatively typical this year, I'd say. My sister-in-law cooked a turkey wellington - something she'd never tried, and something none of us had ever eaten before - and it turned out pretty darn good. My oldest sister made a lot of the side items, I mashed the hell out of some potatoes, and close friend of ours rounded the meal out ( Read more... ) -
in which he turns another year older.
Today was my 31st birthday. Pretty laid back day, all told. Mostly I just ate a bunch and napped. My sister came over and made me cupcakes which was nice. Just having a day off from work was my present to myself, which I sincerely appreciated. Thanks, Dan. You're welcome, Dan. This coming Tuesday should be the day I go get my fingerprint card - ( Read more... ) -
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Here he goes again. His faults never fall as near to reality as they should. -
in which he comes back to a meme he dropped a few months ago.
The breakdown of it goes like this ( Read more... ) -
in which he talks, same, same, same.
Well this will be the third time this year alone that I'm trying to stop drinking. I keep falling head-first off the wagon. I keep thinking that once I get past that first week or even the first month of sobriety, it'll get easier. But it doesn't. They say at aa meetings - of which I haven't been to one in quite some time - that it's a daily ( Read more... ) -
in which he doesn't say much of anything, really.
You know how when you're eating something like stew or clam chowder and you expect it to be nice and soft and good and then you bite into a shell or a bullet or you bite your tongue and something completely unexpected happens? It's nothing like that. Or you know how when sometimes you're too tired to do anything and all you want to do is crawl into ( Read more... ) -
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Dear Dan,
What are you waiting for?
WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?
Love,
Your alternate self.