While my summer may be over, the seeds (by myself and with others) that have been planted are only sprouting up....what have I gotten myself into? Friction seems to be the fertilizer that keeps things flowin' in an unknown direction that both exhilerates and scares me ( Read more... )

Just went out for a smoke at work, unable to focus on work---thinking about structuring a letter of parting to a recent lover. The main security guard was up there smoking too, he was a little in his head. He explained how he was writing an explanation to the school of ways to lower risks in the environment. I found it curious that he said the ( Read more... )