Oh, hey.

I guess this is still a thing…

I came upon my own website completely by accident as I was trying to find out from the internet what exactly is a “stye in your eye”. In my defense, I’m not seeing very well due to said same stye so when I typed in the search incorrectly, it came up with this site’s page and I illiterately hit enter. I figured as long as I’m here I might as well just poke around a bit and maybe even type some nonsense.

Also, if you’re wondering about the stye thing, I woke up this morning with my eye involuntarily shut and I just got off the iPad with the dock in the box and she told me that that’s what I was dealing with. (apologies for that terrible sentence… being away from this thing for a while has not improved my writing one single bit.) It turns out that my only treatment recourse is to put a warm compress on my eye six times a day, but that ain’t happening.

There is no part of me that’s gonna sit in a professional business environment, one where I am surprisingly in charge, and excuse myself multiple times during the day to go apply warm compress on my immuno compromised ocular socket. Bush league management behavior will not be tolerated. Better to just tough it out thinking I looked like I got in a fight all the while appearing as if a bumble bee stung my upper lid. All of this travel is possibly getting to me…

Arching that particular brow did not provide the expected slimming effect so I most likely spent the bulk of my day looking crazier than usual. I guess that’s kind of my brand right now.

I really do miss writing here. Most weeks I find myself looking at something and saying “I really should write about that” and then never do a single thing about it. So many boring stories have been missed and so many inconsequential observations skipped. I think it’s time I get back on the horse. I’m gonna challenge myself to write at least once a month if not more from now on. Something about writing that goal down puts a little more pressure on myself and makes it a little more real.

If I fail miserably, I do want to let you know that things are great with me. Family is good, girlfriend is good, and I’m busy which keeps the snakes in my head at bay. If you are my friend reading this and I haven’t spoken to you in a while, know that I miss you. If you’re not my friend and reading this, I have no idea what the fuck you’re even doing here but thanks for stopping by nonetheless.

When next I write, I promise to have an actual story to tell not just a mistyped URL followed by a one eyed note.