I came within a hair's breadth of having an argument yesterday with a co-worker about whether or not we were having an argument.

Clearly I am still not well.

I was at the business school earlier this week. And a piece of art caught my eye.

But when I went to write down what it said, I found that I had misread it.

Nevertheless, here is what I thought it said:

"This is only another game devised by my own mind. Like all things, it will pass."

I am stalled a few paragraphs into at least three different projects today. I need my brain to focus on something, and stop obse--salt pork nasal tampon?

Perhaps I will give up and do the dishes instead.

It's been kind of a cursed week for Smithee peeps, so be warned.

I would start this week on Wednesday night (I would start it roughly at 9:42 PM, but of course I would), and since then we collectively have hospitalized peeps, multiple sick cats, and hopes dashed -- but (and I cannot stress this enough) I have not said anything irrevocably stupid ( Read more... )