At Least They're Committed

I’ve got to just, you know, be by myself more. I was alone again Sunday and I got so much done and I was happy for a few hours. I need it to be that way, is all. They could, you know, tell people I’m crazy. That would, that would be OK, really. I don’t care… Read more

As I lay awake at 2:30 a.m. pondering nothing in particular, the word committed popped into my brain and it occurred to me that although it can be used in at least three contexts such as . . .  He committed a crime She was committed to the asylum They are in a committed relationship .… Read more

I can’t think of anything to write! Maybe it’s because I write so much at work. Maybe it’s because I’m uninspired. Maybe its because I’m overall boring as of late. Reality seems to be all-consuming and leaving me little time for creative thought. All right. I’ll have to resort to stream of consciousness . .… Read more

I’m all alone for hours and hours! And you know what I did? I folded some laundry and hung up the rest and it was awesome. I made dinner for one and it was spectacular. And you know what I learned? You can get paper cuts from a cereal box (I was throwing the box… Read more

Ugh. Don’t you hate that feeling? You know, the one where you’re out with someone — be it friend, family, coworker, date, etc. — and you slowly realize the person is batshit crazy? It’s surreal. It starts creeping into your brain and you try to shake it, but it won’t go away. “This isn’t right.… Read more

Conversation at dinner: P: how old are you? D: 66 … Mike how old are you? M: 52 TR: Oooh, we’re the same age! M (literally gasps): you can’t be … You can’t be in your 50s! I thought you were in your 20s! 30 at the most. Methinks my auntie needs to move back… Read more