Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety Six: What else can we do on Sunday?

A word, here, about predicting the future. I’m going to talk about sports here, soccer in specific and Chelsea even more specific than that, and if you want to bail now and go look at some YouTube videos of Nick Offerman talking about woodworking, I won’t be offended at all. Still here? Alright, let’s roll. […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Fifty Three: The world doesn’t just disappear when you close your eyes.

There was an incident. The details sort of don’t matter. I’m not going to bother relaying them whether they matter or not, so we may as well just assume that they don’t. Point is, there was an incident, and holy shit did I get mad. I feel like I have this reputation as someone with […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Thirty Six: If it’s just us, seems like an awful waste of space.

A word, here, about keeping track of things. Some very interesting changes are happening. With insurance shenanigans straightened out, I finally started taking the new ADHD medication. Now bear in mind I have not taken any kind of stimulant in more than twenty years, and I have not taken any kind of stimulant for therapeutic […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety Three: Blood is thicker than port.

A word, here, about knowing your enemy. I sat down on my couch after work today with my notebook to jot down some thoughts on how to turn things around. I’ve been having trouble sleeping, waking up, getting things done for a few days. I figured it was just Monday’s bad feelings bleeding into the […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day One Hundred Ninety: You I’m gonna turn into an overqualified vacuum cleaner!

A word, here, about positive changes. I’ve successfully gotten up early in the morning for more than a week now, and I can remember why I started doing this in the first place however many years ago: being up early is awesome. A little while ago I was scratching in my notebook, hashing out a […]