Month: September 2012

Night Terrors

Borrowed from an old Xanga entry, but absolutely pertinent because I still creep myself out unnecessarily by considering just how terrifying any sort of unexpected occurrence would be whenever I wake up in the middle of the night. I can scare myself pretty easily. Honestly make myself jump and twitch and check over my shoulder. It doesn’t take much –…

Going Mute

I’ve noticed lately that I can get by without speaking to people more and more often. There have been days – multiple 24 hour periods! – where I haven’t said a single word to anyone. It’s not that I didn’t want to speak or feared speaking. My officemate was out of town, I didn’t have any meetings, and there were…

Flash Fiction #3

You know that feeling when you wake up, the one where you were dreaming about something intense and wonderful, but the only real memory you have is of the pure, deep blankness of sleep? That’s how I feel. Like something spectacular happened and now I have no idea, just a dim remembrance of a once-vivid moment. Or several moments, perhaps.…

Lying to Children

When I have a child, I am going to lie to him frequently. I am going to tell him as many untruths as possible to fill his world with mystery and uncertainty. I want to build in him a concern that reality may not exist and that existence may not be real. I am eager to see how, even at…

Live-Blogging a Work Presentation

This presentation began with our presenter singing off-key about the marvels of real time insurance eligibility. That’s a good sign, in some ways. Means I probably won’t fall asleep, but I may deteriorate mentally. The presenter also has a thick Boston accent. I connect Boston accents with films featuring Ben Affleck and Mark Wahlberg, who often play reluctant thieves or…