“Humans are dumb and they die easy.” —Bender Bending Rodriquez
My trashcan is a bucket of sick. It’s not surprising. I work at a K-12 school. On top of that everything outside is coated in the light green dusting of Spring. There’s only so much a body can take, even for a paragon of perfect health such as myself.
I normally don’t get sick. Simply refuse to, you see.
(one has to be firm about these things.) Continue reading “My Sick Days When I Was Green in the Lungs”
“Where am I going and why am I in this hand basket?” —Murphy
What the fuck?
I ask that question often. I ask it because I find that the life is supremely confuzling (confusing + puzzling). I’m fairly sure life is that way for everyone, but it is particularly true for me. Why “particularly” for me? Maybe it’s my Asperger’s. Maybe it’s my mediocre intelligence. Maybe the world is just fucking crazy.
(perhaps all three?) Continue reading “What’s All This Damnable Humbuggery Then?”