Like Mitch Hedberg (was) I'm addicted to not flossing. It is kind of like a casual addiction, a bad habit. I floss for a month or as little as two weeks leading up to a cleaning, and maybe a month after. Then nothing. I should research a waterpik ( Read more... )

I spent most of the way home stuck behind a vanity plate reading "DIRTY D" - bleached blonde driver contantly turning to the back to scream at kids.

Keepin' it classy.

How do you begin to complain about a life that is a result of your own bad decisions? Who do you complain to? Who'd listen to that?

Six pages of a new novel done today.
Not sure if that's a failure or not.

Summer's over, I missed it. That, ladies and gentlemen, is a failure.

Maybe I can get a job making excuses. I've gotten terribly good at it.

Once again, I have four days off and after two days, I haven't written a word. Unless this counts.

My life is ten thousand days of failure, and I have only myself to blame. Back in the lottery pool again. Hooray, magical thinking.

I'm hoping that I can convince myself to do a few productive things before I go back to work - hopefully both cleaning and writing will be among them.

In a dream, I made an extremely complicated joke about mineral water.

I don't know why.

I miss the stars ( Read more... )

A nine hour day seemed like a relief. That realization was depressing.

Let's raise a glass to double depression.

I found out today that the department in which I work will be transferred to Columbia, SC by July 1 of next year.

I was not feeling very good before I heard that.