So I've been thinking about "Grief is the Price We Pay" lately.
So, the way I was intending to organize this story was to make each chapter cover one day. Being as this is a mundane, slice-of-life type tale, I felt that would make the most sense. But since not every day would be noteworthy, and not every day that was noteworthy could fill a chapter as long as the first, I am a bit stumped as to how to proceed. The way I see it, there are two three options:
Today, exactly one week ago, was a very important day. What you see on the picture below is the first dinner and food that I could pay with my writing:
Short one for y’all today, ‘cause I’m editing and stuff. Also mandated overtime at work this weekend (a call-in), one of the residents didn’t return when he was supposed to and that’s a problem because there’s a court order, one of our new guys is taking the week off and my manager spent today being lazy and a jerk, and...
For once I’m going to try and be on top of things and write about the adventure as it happens. Or nearly as it happens—that’s a thing you can do on a train! In part, the late posting is due to the amount of time it took to sort through pictures . . . you’ll see why if you read along. Those of you with slow internet connections, sorry.
The old Minot ND station
Things are progressing, slowly, but with one huge step that has been made last week.
Happy holidays! Hope the season is going well for you. I'm working a double shift tomorrow on Hearth's Warming — but I can still celebrate, by giving everyone a present!
This is almost a review. It's me telling you to read things and why; that's certainly close enough. Why did I chose the subject of coffee? Well, other than the fact that it is relevant to the things I shall be hurling at you, it is something that people like, apparently.
Fuck it. Here’s a thesis in two parts that literally nobody will like, ‘cause y’all fucking cowards.