#wrecks rambles

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Today on Wrecks’s Neighborhood News, my neighbor is currently mowing his driveway.

His driveway.

His gravel driveway.

Which has no grass.

Because it’s gravel.

He’s mowing it.

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Oh, goody. The sky’s turning green. I’m sure that’s nothing to worry about.

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Do you ever wonder what kind of character you are in another person’s story?

I have a linen smock I’m finishing up for a Renaissance faire later this year, and this morning I was in the breakroom working on the hem. A coworker I rarely see because we work in different departments asked me what I was making.

Without missing a beat, I said “medieval underwear” as I stuffed the garment back in my bag before I returned to work, and did not provide any further context.

I can’t help but wonder what that must’ve looked like from the other side.

I also feel like there should’ve been a laugh-track as I walked out the door.

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“I do not negotiate with terrorists,” I say as my cat screams at me from the hallway because I refuse to leave the bathroom door open while I shower.

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It’s really rude that the solution to 90% of my problems is “get more sleep” and “drink more water.”

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I really need to get better about scheduling maintenance days for myself.

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Weird noises out in the woods tonight.

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Why must I go to work?

Is it not enough for the universe that I’m awake and coherent?