The microwave disappeared from the break room today, and lo and behold, behind it was a grimy “12TH FLOOR FIRST AID KIT.” I doubt anybody even knew it was there. If somebody had gotten frisky with the staple remover, we would have been forced to use mouse cords as crude tourniquets.
Dear gentle reader: this blog has been operating continuously since I was a teenager. The writing below is at least a decade old. In that time every molecule of my body has been replaced, along with many foolish ideas and flighty beliefs. I want to keep some of those things public out of an honesty and humility I owe the world. I trust you to carry that context with you.