Tuesday, May 28, 2013


My dad talks baby talk to Tank. He's all. "Hey Tanky! Come here my little guy! My little man!" It's funny and a little disconcerting.

I have this issue where I'm running. Into doors and walls. Like I'm coming out of the bathroom that and wham I hit the doorframe. Today I ran into a wall at work. Like a full out wall. Not a corner, not a doorway, a straight out wall. I don't know why. I don't know how. It just happens. It's been happenING. As in plural.

Maybe I have a tumor.


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