I love Tuesdays, because I get to see my friends, and my kids get to see a friend or two, as well. There’s nothing like seeing your friends discover new tactics or (even better) stomp them with your new tactic. We’ve taken on a wide variety of games such as Dominion, Carcassonne, and Munchkin, not to
We’ve reached that point in the cycle: Jenny is studying me, which means my behavior is quantifiably different. I’m officially having a manic period rather than manic episode. What does this mean for us this time? The last two times I had a distinct manic period, I ended up in the hospital. During each of
I slept like shit night before last, and now I’m paying the price. There are many reasons I lose sleep. Sometimes, it’s as simple as not wanting to go to bed. Other times, it’s a matter of not being able to sleep in general. Other times, I’m so anxious about actually falling asleep, I keep
I kind of like being manic. It’s kind of zen, in a really excited kind of way. I miss it when it’s gone, because it’s like I’m missing my enthusiasm. I often long for just a “little bit” of mania. Just enough to get me going through a day or two. Last day or two,
In our house, there are a few things that completely validate themselves. These things each get to be their own reason. For example, if I want bacon, I have bacon. If anyone asks, why, I say, “Because bacon.” This normally suffices for many things. Chocolate, bacon, boobs, and penis are the favorites lately. At some
While spending time with a friend, I saw her kids get into a friendly dispute over the use of something. Probably a toy, or snack. They both presented their logic, and seemed to go nowhere. Out of the blue, the daughter said, “I asked for it first. So there, ha!” He conceded the point, and
In the future, if I say I want a pet, please slap me. Or stab me with a fork. That works too. Don’t get me wrong, I love my cats. But they are crazy as shit, and I’m tired of bleeding. I have a slew of new wounds today, because our older cat Lavinius thinks
Jenny and I have long since given up on me remembering everything. Hell, it’s one of the reasons I’m writing this blog. My memory is shit! I’ve been known to forget people, places, even activities. I’m notorious for being mercurial and sometimes unreliable. It has always just been part of the package that is “Rory.”
^That is the number one search term that brings people to my page. If you are reading this because you want an answer to that question, then here you go. Stop reading this post and call someone. If you don’t know who to call, let’s start with 911. If you think you are a current
Hehehe. Having trouble, are we? You can’t type. You can’t read. You can’t understand simple instructions. Every sound makes you want to cry, so you put on headphones and listen to loud music. Cause that makes sense. Idiot. You can’t understand the kids, because you can’t empathize with their problems. You are a terrible parent.
