Advocatus diaboli

Today’s date, 2-20-2018, looks like it’s stuttering.

before & after coffee

The older I get the more I say “Fuck it” when I get stressed, and simply move on. If I had learned to do that 20 years ago, my life would have been a lot easier.

The 60’s, 70’s, 80’s, and 90’s seem to have all separate, unique personalities, but these last 17 years seem to just be one big chunk of time that has no significant meaning.

If there’s a “heavens no” and a “hell yea,” why isn’t there a “purgatory perhaps”?

My toddler accidentally hit me in the face yesterday; the most bullshit part of Superman’s origin story is that he didn’t accidentally kill the Kents when he was three.

When Jimmy Page dies, they’ll be an obnoxious amount of “Stairway to Heaven” references in social media

When I die, I’d like to rewatch my life from the points of view of everyone around me. And see what I was really like.

I stay up late because after 10PM is the only time of day that no one expects me to do anything for them.