The Futility of It All

It’s impossible to get anything done anymore. Wake up at 6. Shit shower shave. (Some people say you should shave before showering; they’re wrong.) Attempt to meditate even though it’s impossible. Throw on a wrinkled button-up and a sport coat. Add a tie into the mix. Re-tie it because it’s too short. Re-re-tie it because…

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NoFap is Impossible; or, Porn is Satan


I got wasted Thursday night. One single Left Hand Milk Stout turned into two, which turned into a run to the liquor store, which turned into chugging artisan beer that’s 13.5% alcohol, which turned into a midnight run to Denny’s where I somehow managed to get my waitress’s number and have a brief text exchange…

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