Look! Look at him over there. Smiling. See him? That'll be me someday. I'll be smiling again someday too.
I can't right now. It hurts too much. My skin has hardened this way, and any movement otherwise means the skin will crack and bleed.
Ever pause and ponder how futile our actions can be?
"Hey duck ching-chong!" he yelled at me. He put his fingers to his eyes and pulled them into slants.
"Bonzai!" he hollered.
I stood there, motionless. He was sitting in my desk. The bell was about to ring and I didn't want to get in trouble by not being in my seat.
When I fell on my ass, there wasn't a person more motivating than her to get me back on my feet.
Her.
There she goes, whizzing right by me, goofy grin and all. That miserable little kid.
"If you don't have your health, you have nothing."
I now know how utterly meaningful that old cliche is.
I have been having the worst bout of luck in the health department since I've been overseas. Holy guacamole it's been bad.
First I'm hit with bronchitis. Then some flu. Now I've got Who-Knows-What.
Guilt is a horrible feeling.
Your tongue tastes like stale milk. Your stomach feels like an empty paint bucket. And the rest of you is just… Yuck.
Imagine for a moment that you have a paper to write. You have only three more days to begin and complete it because you've left it to the Last Minute.
I've got a case of them blahs
You know the kind
Hard to do just a "Ha!"
With this blah, blah mind
I've realized that there is no perfect company. There is no perfect office with perfect people.
You're probably thinking, "Well, duh Mike. Of course there's no perfect company. Nothing's perfect."
But I suppose you know that already.
I think Life has a sense of humor. It likes to play tragic comedies. Or comedic tragedies. Whichever.
"Museum Way, please," I said to the cab driver.
"Museum Way? No. Get out."
"Huh?"
The car door was still open when he started taking off with me in the back seat.
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA