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4/11/2016

At the DMV putting tags on my plates that aren’t mine because we’re still missing inspections and emissions. Twenty dollars with a Groupon. The car, the same one as her twin. Exactly. Same color, same year. Both bought from sister in laws.

There was a dog that came into the store. He was on a leash. I know that he was a boy because I asked the person who was walking him.

The dog was chewing on his leash. That’s why I asked about him. I wanted to alert the owner, and I wanted to get the dog’s proper pronoun before doing so.

Making a sale an hour here. Writing helps to highlight the oppressiveness of time. Don’t get me wrong, I know that things could be much worse. But this isn’t exactly pleasure central. Even though I’ve got my own music streaming all around me, it’s the cameras, the surveilling nature of my boss, that really weighs on me. I know that I’ve talked about…

You’ll Have to ask Him to Explain

…and so I did and he brought forth first an inquiry,

It gets worse, I’m sorry to say. I eat a fraction of what I once ate. Every year my diet improves. I eat better, exercise more, and meditate more often, but I feel about the same. You have kids so you know. You’ve watched a toddler take a fall that would kill you, watched them eat and enjoy their food like a buddha, looked at the unimaginable health…

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I enjoy the messiness of Medium. I like the fact that the writing here is sometimes uneven, error prone, and half-baked. I block real world publications that are cross posting here. It’s not that I bear them any ill will, but none of that is exciting to me.

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Recently, I dropped my phone on the elevator floor. I’d been trying to switch my coffee from one hand to the other, and I’d forgotten the phone was already in the hand where the cup was heading. It’s easy to do things like that these days, since my phone feels as much a part of me as my finger or my eyebrow. I rarely…