Category: Fiction

Floor Model Part 1

I got sick. Apparently part of the reason I was having issues actually finishing writing was because my body was working it’s way up to freaking out and crashing. A day and a half of a 103 degree fever and I’m feeling a bit better, although I still feel relatively miserable. Anyway, this is some of what I’ve managed to accomplish. I’ll post the rest of it tomorrow, or part two. I have a feeling it’s going to wind up being longer than two parts.

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Heat Wave

Today feels like walking out into a swamp, and rubbing myself in the water. Potentially on a crocodile. Alligator? Alligator. They’re fresh water. I finally feel like I understand 1/10th of what it would be like to experience “The Midnight Sun” [That’s an episode of the Twilight Zone. I watch too much Twilight Zone].

The weather has been this wonky since yesterday, and I feel like my brain and body are both trying to push through a thick fog of heat and humidity. I would rather it rain and get over with instead of stay miserable and gross.

This isn’t going to be terribly long.

In any case, during my aggravatingly distracted drive home, I started to plot out an idea for a movie I’d like to see at some point in my life. One that will never get made, because Hollywood doesn’t like ideas that aren’t guaranteed to get them money.

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Today, one of my coworkers showed me some of her brand of stress related crazy.

She draws out boxes in intervals of time, and makes them smaller and smaller the longer time goes on. She said it helps her relax and count down how much longer she has until she gets to go home.

I decided to share mine, I mean I figured since she’d decided to share something so personal with me it was only fair that I do the same. I would assume that that was the sort of response you’re supposed to give?

I’m not really sure because I don’t think I’m doing too well at the whole ‘being social at work’ thing.

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Down Time

A couple of weeks ago at work, we had a power outage in our building, and today our phone lines went down for a couple of hours. It may be that we work in an old building, but one of my coworkers joked about how I was the person most likely to have done both intentionally.

People sometimes joke that they could see me being a serial killer.

I’m beginning to sense a theme here.

Anyway, here’s some fiction stuff I wrote about that.

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