Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Monday, June 24, 2013
The Ravages of Time (no laughing matter)
I stand from my desk with some difficulty, explaining to my cubemate, "I missed a bad wave yesterday. It was pretty big, I ate shit, and, because I'm not as young as I used to be, I think I jacked up my back."
Another co-worker walks by, and, overhearing, giggles as she passes on her way.
"You're not supposed to laugh at that," I call after her.