There is a fine line \ Between genius and madness. \ It is called timing.
So she eats a donut without asking. I ask her to not—I wish she’d shut up so I can fucking concentrate on what I’m typing—I ask her to not do it again. She says I’m overreacting, it’s just a donut. If she’d asked, I’d have no problem. But she took it the moment I left…
I’m only up right now because Maria doesn’t know how to quietly open and close doors.
I had a dream I went to Dennis’ Place for Games, only it didn’t look like the ones out here. It was larger, less crowded, and brighter. Pump It Up was in the middle, but it was compact. The single stage was pushed under the cabinet, and I had to pull it out. Then I…
I really, really, really hate it when people think that giving generic advice on a specific situation will help matters, or make them look smarter, wiser, and more experienced – especially when it’s unwanted and un-asked for.