A quivery feeling in my stomach. My monitor moving ever so slightly. My body was already a little sick, so I wondered if I was just imagining it.
A chorus of “did you feel thats?” echoed around me.
An earthquake. 5.6 in a community outside of San Jose.
It was pretty cool. Not much damage.
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I dream I hear a bunch of noise outside. I am living in a weird conglomeration of the place I grew up, where my dad lives, and where I live now.
Outside the window, I notice that the pool — larger in my dream — and hot tub have been covered. I am glad because some [...]
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I thought, when giving Stinky twice-daily injections, that I knew what unconditional love for a cat was.
Until I had to give Data an enema.
Not too many gross details, but let’s just say my growing kitten has been constipated for more than a week after his declaw operation, and the vet has given me tools to [...]
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“Excuse me, where do you have the slips?”
Asked of a young worker at Target in the women’s underwear section.
Blank look. Another blank look. Silence, then…
“Uh, you mean for dresses? We don’t sell slips for dresses here.”
Have slips become old-fashioned while I wasn’t looking? I’ll admit the last time I bought a slip, I was a [...]
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I’m hestitant to suggest this, in case someone takes me seriously but …
I’m surprised companies haven’t started charging employees for doodling during pointless meetings. I mean, we’re wasting precious ink on precious paper. Not to mention productive employee time.
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My back is out. I’m not in a good mood. Every time I have to sit up for more than five minutes, it hurts. I move like an old woman. I have a high tolerance for pain.
Until I got to my car. Class let out early because of a power outage. And the person in [...]
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I called up furtively, ashamed of myself.
I felt like explaining. I’m really not a bad person. I just can’t take it any more. I don’t feel good about myself. I don’t want to tell some of my friends, for fear of what they will think of me. There are alternatives to this final step. Have [...]
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