The day I hit a wall.
The day I hit a wall.
I hope no one ever short sheets his bed.
Winning!
It always takes me by surprise when someone overreacts.
I’d say that working on a drawbridge is a very zen-like experience 95% of the time. Unfortunately, you never know when that 5% of pure chaos is going to rear up and bite you on the patootie. I had one of those days recently. I went to bed at 3am. No, I’m not a party …
1:00 – 5:00 am: Dog periodically wakes up, dry heaving, causing me to periodically wake up. He has gotten into the landlady’s compost heap again. 6:15 am: Alarm goes off. I sit up in a fog. Room spins. I feed dogs, one of whom is predictably not hungry. Let the dogs out, watch them head …
Thinking I had the day off yesterday, I stayed up until 6 a.m. watching really mindless stuff on Youtube. Asia’s Next Top Model. I know. I’m embarrassed. But I was too tired to do anything else, yet not tired enough to go to sleep. It was garbage pickup day, so no way I could drift …
The View from a Drawbridge 