The Work Week – Tails From the Backyard

Nevermore shall I roam.

Screw reality, give me talking cats and dogs any day. And snappy-looking spiders any other day.

I think you ought to know…

…movie fans nearly ruined movies for me.

Just another Manic Monday….

What was that I said about living or…what?

Fail.

Once I was a teacher, but then everything went weird.

Nice is a four-letter word.

My co-worker is fictitious. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Heh.

I think it’s pretty obvious by now that I have a rather active imagination where my life is concerned. For instance, if a spider were to drop from the ceiling, onto my bed, and steal one of my earplugs, I’d probably let him keep it. This week should start a new arc of the story…ifContinue reading “Crossing the line of reality.”