Alex Bridges

Waking from my car to my office this morning reminded me why I should just stop even considering moving to a Chicago for work.

I don’t want to get dressed, and I don’t wanna go to work, and I don’t wanna stay at work, and I just wanna stay home and write stories and not use the potty.

can I do that and still get paid by my employer? Can that be a thing?

Sunday morning: hot cocoa, fresh diaper, breakfast in bed, iPad. Gonna be a lovely morning.

Lacking my usual inspiration and fast writing skills since I got back. Post-vacation blahs. I miss being outside all day.

Still on vacation...

Just ran across the dating profile of a lost love, a colleague I could never ask out but was completely infatuated with. Don’t think it ever stood a chance even if we weren’t colleagues, but I really liked her. Now I’m bummed.

I’ll probably write a new chapter to one of stories later today. Getting ready for a trip, so lots to do.

At a sports bar for lunch. I must fail at traditional masculinity because I think all these people shouting advice at the players on TV need to get a life.

Who wants to not go to work today? 

Or tomorrow?

I don’t even check lottery tickets anymore. I just buy one now and again for the several hours of fantasy they afford me. Not a bad way to spend $2.

Ugh. ?

Everybody around me is in a bad mood.

I’m having a severe motivation problem today. I haven’t even left the top floor of my house.

Remember being 22 and thinking you knew anything about anything? I miss that certainty.

One of my favorite things about DD is people are generally not stupid here. Generally.

I just got dumped, again. First person to offer me a cliche is getting a virtual punch in the brain.

A reminder for Labor Day weekend, when we celebrate the underpaid, overworked, unappreciated American worker: writing is work, and a writer is a laborer.

Murder me. Just murder me dead.

Helpful: telling your lover what you like and dislike.

Not helpful: telling me what you like and dislike.

I’m frustrated and can’t focus today.

Any zen meditation techniques to keep me from telling my manager to tell the bean counters to go fuck themselves.

The analgesic you get when you have a UTI turns your pee dark orange. About the same color as a highway cone. It stained one of my diaper covers, and it didn’t come out, and you can’t bleach those. Oh well, not like I’m showing those off for folks ?‍♂️ 

Heading for a hike today in my new hiking kilt! Air down there make for a much more comfortable walk.

At urgent care with an IV in my arm waiting to find out if I have a kidney stone or just a UTI.

NOT WHAT I WAS PLANNING ON DOING WITH MY DAY!

UPDATE: just a UTI, which is highly unusual for young men. At home in a diaper trying to keep my bladder flowing comfortably.

I think some of my colleagues are from the moon.

Convicted criminals should be made to foam roll every day.