He’s Leaving Home…Bye, Bye


I learned how to make buttermilk biscuits from scratch while living in isolation.
Holy shit, you guys. Mother Nature sent me to my room in March. She was not fucking around. 
Anyway, I’m not saying I made the perfect batch. I’m just saying my next batch couldn’t be better if they were made by baby angels riding on unicorns.

Drunkard’s Path


On Monday, I will be starting a project at work that has been hanging over my head since I started working there 5 years ago. The project is critical and extremely visible. So, you know, pretty much my worst nightmare ever. It is early Sunday afternoon right now and I’m doing everything I can to keep my anxiety in check. I’m not having a huge amount of luck.


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