i’m just now finishing up the day’s work — actually, it’s some of tomorrow’s work too. i like to think of it not a long thursday, but as an early friday. but in between the feeling of freedom i get, being able to do my job from home when necessary and the delight of the time-and-a-half in the kitchen, i found room to complain — allergies, aches, the
numbness of ass asscoma i get from this bad chair i have. my friend and colleague listened to my complaints, offered sympathy, and then stated in response, ‘i buried my friend today’.
you could have knocked me over with a spork. in a later conversation he told me that he’d gone to work after the service expecting to put in a few hours, then go home and grieve with his friends. that conversation took place at midnight, he was still in his office.
so i sit here in my kitchen, actually rather enjoying feeling a little achey and sniffly. yes. this is good.
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public service announcement: seat belts. my friend’s friend was not wearing one. thank god Eric was, or we wouldn’t have our mr. mischief to kick around anymore. get better soon and enjoy the drugs, Eric!