My Dog is Chelsea

I’m not very good at fixing things. This inability has brought me to tears on more than one occasion. Nothing is more frustrating than reading “THREE EASY STEPS!” on the package of your new Venetian blinds and then failing to  progress beyond step one. To my credit, installing blinds actually takes about eight steps that [...]

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I noticed today that a coworker of mine has really excellent all-caps handwriting. That made me think of my father, who must’ve taken a drafting class at some point in his life. He always wrote in all caps, using only the most pristine and perfectly-angled letters. Maybe he was an architect in a previous life. Last summer, [...]

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I ask myself every year what difference this day makes. It is essentially the same as any other: I work, I eat food, I laugh, I sleep. I did the same thing yesterday, and I will do it again tomorrow. Am I supposed to feel sadder on this day than any other? Because the Earth [...]

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Note: I actually wrote a different post than this, but I will probably post it tomorrow instead. Because today is October 30, 2006, which means that my father died exactly fifteen years ago. So, I interrupt our regularly scheduled programming to post this story, which I originally wrote for submission to a website that publishes [...]

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2 am. Still sick. About an hour ago, accidentally deleted part of the story I’m working on for the newspaper. Irrecoverable mistake. Must keep plugging away. Sleep is far away. Have been in same chair since 8 o’clock in what has become yesterday’s morning. Right nostril functioning currently to the point of actually absorbing and [...]

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