Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work

***Update*** As I am wont to do, I started into a point and then lost it in a tangent. The point I started to make, that unravelled quickly, is that writing, for me, is my detox. I identify with Alexander because he's such a morose little fucker. But I also recognize that Alexander dug his … Continue reading Two Hour Delays and Crying at Work

911 and a Near Disaster

I started the Ryan Murphy series "911" tonight. Sunday night, if this doesn't go live until tomorrow. I love Ryan Murphy. I will always love him for the first season of American Horror Story. That's also where I was introduced to Connie Britton who, along with Jessica Lange, is one my biggest and most incurable … Continue reading 911 and a Near Disaster

Tough Stories and Occupational Anhedonia

Hot Jesus on a stick, you guys. I think Jon didn't understand why I did not answer his query yesterday of, "do you want a really freaking cool story," with jumping jacks and/or extreme enthusiasm. I did not respond with jumping jacks and/or extreme enthusiasm for a reason. It was because sometimes I can just … Continue reading Tough Stories and Occupational Anhedonia