Coffee service often feels like Jumanji. Appliances breaking all around you, leaks springing from unknown sources, stampedes, and this morning I killed a mosquito on my forehead while working a rush with a line out the door.
THE PIGS is long poem years in the making that I want to share with everyone -- thanks @Poetry_Daily and @peachmgzn for taking a moment to celebrate it --
Clean/do laundry for 10 min, rest for 1 hour, repeat that several times, listen to hours of crime podcasts, drink an entire case of spindrift: the Sunday routine that I have missed for the last few weeks.
I often have the experience of being deeply moved by a podcast and eager to share it with my friends, only to find that I can recall almost nothing specific about the episode and can’t describe it in any detail
Guys, my landlord @chrsbakr just followed me on Twitter so I had to delete the tweets about the bathtub incident, but I still need help so keep sending ideas.