At work today, around four, I went to the back to take my last break. I called my dad to ask him a question, and while we’re chatting, I’m trying to get into my locker. Bearing in mind that I can’t even remotely do two things at once, I distractedly put in the combination for the lock.

38-12-18.

It doesn’t work — a not unusual occurrence since I generally spin it quickly and sloppily — so I do it again.

38-12-18.

Nada.

A third time also yields negative results. I’m starting to get pissed now. I get off the phone, then spin the combination one last time. Again with the nothing. At this point I’m ready to go get a set of bolt cutters from hardware and get medieval on the grimy lock’s metaphorical ass. I’m already in a lousy mood today since I hurt my back yesterday at the gym, and I just want to fucking get my book and sit down for a few minutes and read. Then it occurs to me that the combination is the one I used for over three years when I worked at Trotwood. If you’d asked me earlier what that combination was, I wouldn’t have been able to tell you. Feeling like a complete git, I go to put in the actual combination . . .

And discover that I can’t remember it. If not for the fact that it’s written on the back of my name badge, I’d probably have just started crying and head back to work.

Swear to god, I am retarded sometimes.

JAB

Over at the ol’ Novelogue, you can now read the prologue for Thirty Well Spent, as well as the aborted first chapter.

I’m looking into setting up a mailing list for the Novelogue . . . just not very hard. If I stick with WordPress, I’ll set one up. But if I go with Typepad, like I think I will, then what’s the use? (By-the-by, WordPress, while easy to install, is a bitch when it comes to working with their templates, which is why the ‘Logue still has that minty-fresh, “just installed” look. I could learn how to do it, I’m just busy doing other shit that I don’t hate.)

In the mean time, stay tuned . . . .

JAB