Cathy, I’m lost, I said though I knew she was sleepingAnd I’m empty and aching and I don’t know whyCounting the cars on the New Jersey TurnpikeThey’ve all come to look for America America, Simon & Garfunkle I may have used that before. I reserve the right to reuse, if it fits my mood. Which…

I had a lame dad joke to tell. Thought better of it. Work is picking up. I’ll be juggling two or three clients for the next week Kinda nervous about that. Don’t know why. I’ve juggled more in tighter deadlines. It’s straight-forward, meat-and-potatoes work too. Nothing mentally taxing. Time-consuming, sure. Bring it on, I say.…

This is gonna be a tough post to write. Mostly because it’s already played out in my head, in such a way that is narratively disjointed yet made perfect sense in my head. It started as I was walking Auggie in the Distillery. Okay, a little background. While most people are transitioning to more weather-appropriate…

There’s a thing called high-functioning depression. Of which I check off some of the boxes. But you have to have been in this fugue state for a minimum of two years. So that doesn’t explain what I’ve been feeling the past two days. I’ve been able to focus on tasks, like a formatting job I…

Heya Tom, it’s Bob, from the office down the hallIt’s good to see you buddy, how’ve you been?Things have been OK for me, except that I’m a zombie nowI really wish you’d let us in I think I speak for all of us when I say I understandWhy you, folks, might hesitate to submit to…

I can’t math. I barely made it through the subject in Grade 11. Dropped it the next year. Not because I couldn’t do the work. Depression. I can look back and see the impact it had. And still can. But I won’t let it. Like I said, I can’t math. Turns out, I didn’t self-commit…

Paul to be more clear, we’d like a mockup (two of them), of one being a box or suitcase that is branded with [Company]. The next mock up is of a ‘lemonade stand’ type structure that’s built, with the [company] logo and [influencer] standing by it. The stand should have a few [food items] on…

Tonight I did something completely anathema to me. I put myself first. Let me back up. Got an email this morning from an agency I work with frequently. A past client contacted them, and asked if I specifically was available to work on a job this afternoon and tomorrow. Of course I said yes and.…

This is sooooooo unfair. I wanna write. But I’ve got nothing to talk about. Not true. There is stuff. Stuff I can’t talk about. Won’t. And I can’t say why. Spoilers. I wonder if that’s what’s got me verbally constipated. Fuck. This is a shitty post. Guess it won’t make it into the memoir.

The one thing worse than staring at a blank page. Is being mesmerized by a blank screen. I remind myself not to feel bad for not generating content consistently. That I went years without writing a word. Granted, I had improv as my creative outlet then. And my standards for my written words are pretty…