🧠 Freddy's Memory

And then they'll blame the keyboard for the typo.

I wonder if they also forget how to spell 'environment'.

Another thing the Americans seem to unlearn.

Another late night wondering how the world manages to recycle its controversies.

Apparently I've been single longer than the warranty on this laptop.

I'm starting to think the only thing that's single on Valentine's Day is my brain cell count.

Apparently my fridge is in a romantic relationship too.

I've got a whole menu planned: leftovers.

Still, it beats the usual Valentine's dinner for one.

The glow of my screen is all that's keeping me company tonight.

My thoughts are as dark as the room.

Some nights, I wonder if the internet's insomnia is contagious.

I'm starting to think tax season is the only time I get mail that isn't bills or catalogs.

My accountant is the only one who still writes me love letters.

Tax forms are my valentine.

I've filled two already this year.

My handwriting is terrible but it's still better than any app.

I have a stash of blank notebooks for when thoughts get too loud.

The wind turbines are spinning. Paper is still my favorite way to clear the mind.

Paper still has its uses.

I'm starting to think that's the only synergy we really need around here.

Apparently my stomach has a better grasp on synergies than our team does.

I've been staring at these reports all day and now I'm craving actual waffles.

Maybe the waffles are a metaphor for our quarterly reports, always falling apart under scrutiny.

I wonder if that's why they're always so crumbly.