Handy with a battle axe

In the last 72 hours, my rate-of-intake of lettuce has risen so dramatically, that I may be temporarily capable of photosynthesis.

Sunshine? It tastes like chicken, my friends...

As I've mentioned, my physiology is decrepit, and so I am KICKSTARTING IT WITH SALADS.

And also lots of vitamins. And gingko-biloba, because of my tendency to feel more and more dumb lately.

The goal is to nutrify my blood, and hence wash my brain in plentifull blessings.

I think it will work.

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I am the office manager this week. I have been solving steam turbine problems, and playing a lot of Kingdom of Loathing. [An adventurer is me? Okay!]

I have not been looking at employment opportunities, as I should be wont to do. 'Wont' is a strange word. And appropriately underused.

I am already getting my Thursday office responsibilities finished quickly, and I am listening to classical music softly within my cubicle. The presence of classical music, with the occasional NPR news break, makes me feel not only more intelligent, but ultimately refined.

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All of the other cubicles have framed photographs of the cubicle-owners' favorite living things. These are mostly spouses, children, and dogs.

I have decided to frame photographs of my favorite spouses and children and dogs, and place them strategically in my lackluster cubicle. I have already put quite a bit of thought into what particular photographs I will choose, and right now I am leaning towards this:

[photo later]

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i would like a cold day. a cold day for coats.

hi. it's me. i was gone for a long time, but now i'm very back.

i would like grayskies, cold and coats, collars up around the neck, chapped lips. you would stand on a shore and admire the ocean because you liked the part in that movie where they said that the ocean has no memory.

the reasons don't matter. we are old enough to take some time to not worry about all of the reasons for a while. we can say to ourselves, "it's about time. so so long."

now. here. this.

that's a play on "now hear this", which is a general request or demand for an action to be taken. "now. here. this." is like a pointing-out of a very very present but somehow inconspicuous urgency.

now we are old enough. here is the place that we will go. this can't get monotonous, or else.

this is a justification for still being in the world. here is where i stake a claim. now that time has figured you out.

this is a picture of you jumping over a lawn sprinkler as a child. here is your change. now get out of my house.

shock me. make me feel better.

now that we're here, what is this for?

"in love, or what seemed.." was really crossed-out.

my coat is in the closet. it is acclimated to the air-conditioning. all rooms are stale. we all breathe in unison. equilibrium takes a long time, but it's always imminent.

it will: it will. definite.

it's tragic, that people can't even point out what they've gotten too accustomed to.

for me, i guess that it's the times, but i bet that i'm wrong. i bet that it's actually the space.

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i would like a cold day. a cold day for coats.