Articles from Harrangue Man
I sent off an email with what I thought were well-written words only to find a word used wrongly and sent a correction.Then ... then I found another and had to send a second correction. I got swallowed by failure and took Vallium for the first time in four days. Part of me wants to follow up with an apology call but logic me knows that may compound it.I lived and breathed this for nearly 20 years and mistakes happen.
I have a waist-high plastic clothes hamper that sits by my clothes cupboard door. Earlier this morning, in the pitch of black, as I headed for the toilet I fell into the hamper.
My leg boil returned and thewife had a go at it; it popped like a cherry tomato and she had to then soak up the ichor.It turns out the boils are likely the result of thigh chafe; I'm a big person with thighs that rub and because I exercise each day the thighs brush against each other or the side of the seat on the bike. That rubbing, and being older and possibly pre-diabetic, makes these sores appear. So now I have to wear boxer shorts over undies to keep the thigh boils at bay.
I'd confessed to my psych that, on occasion, the playing of battle anthems, songs that make me feel heroic and true, can kick off an anger attack—I started in on one the other day only for my son to step in to stop it.She said play happy music instead; that which gives me joy but does not spark a "to the barricades!" t
I was at the pathologist's and sitting in the big chair with the padded arm rests for blood draws when a person vigorously attacked the window wall just outside for any hint of leaf with perhaps the loudest leaf blower I have ever heard.I had to stay calm for the needle in my arm so I chatted with the pathologist as she did her blood business, talking about PTSD and that it was a miracle I was okay. The person with the leaf blower moved on but it was only after I had booked a follow-up appoin
The black cat does not respect the counter space; it is a source of amusement and food. It's alway being sprung eating things it should not. Or lick, like the insides of the jaffle maker left open to cool. I'm sure it was awesome for her. Now it's the jaffle maker the cat licked. I'm not sure how clean that can get to get past that. Fucking black cat. I shudder to think what she does when I'm not there.
When you have backyard chickens you view life through a different prism.
As a policy geek, policy is how you shape people positively for a better life, and as a person with a weird blend of skills and experience, I will ping policy papers. I pinged a set on Friday afternoon. By Friday night I realised I'd fucked the data set and had to resend it with new analysis. The next day I recalled the old data set was referred to in more than one place.