Was Bond Film #25 worth the two-year wait? Well. Does a Liverpudlian like to cuss and laugh?
I don’t look as dumb as I am.
I got my booster shot today for my Pfizer vaccine. I am in agony. More tomorrow. If I live through the night.
I love office supplies, but I absolutely hated these two jobs. I pray that nobody I worked with then ever remembers me.
Would it be possible to write one novel per month? I have no idea, nor will I ever have any idea.
A torture chamber that sucks every last drop of happiness from your soul? You must be talking about a call center.
Has the highlight of your day ever been convincing your sister to buy a hairdryer? Yes? Then you must be middle aged.
Yep. A job so ridiculously horrible that my supervisor planned to promote me on my second day. But there was no second day.
The road to one man’s battle against addiction is paved with sharp metal objects. But he takes care of them in short order. Oh yes. He does.
It was a tough choice, but I know I made the right one.
It’s down to four choices. I hope I decide to read one of the two books I already own.
When things are bleak, art happens. But then it can get creepy.
I thought I was being an asshole. Google told me different.
Trying to get to finished book #3. If I could only decide which one it will be.
“…perchance to dream.” But not about dead people, hopefully.
It’s past time for me to mention Arctic Monkeys in a blog post.
Go ahead and do your worst. It’s fine. Really.
The update you’ve all been waiting for.
The year keeps winding down, and nothing helpful is happening with my brain.
I finally had to just say, “GoDaddy, you’ve got to GO!”
I’m desperate enough about my dearth of reading adventures this year to take the advice of a young blogger or journalist or whatever the nomenclature is regarding the writing trade these days.
I should be over all this by now, shouldn’t I? Right?
Let’s not lose our grasp on the present or block our view of the future through the act of remembrance.
I could’ve made 2021 a better year by escaping into the world(s) of literature. But did I? No. No, I didn’t. Until now.