Inside Doug's Head

I am not a number, I am… What's that stuff they make glue out of? I'm that. Forever swirling, forwards and upwards, but always sticky. Sometimes, a little sad.

If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge an invite to an awkward social gathering.

“So, what do you do?” “Did your parents have any children that lived?” “Which way do you travel to get to work?”

“The 19th? I’m sorry, I just can’t make it that day. I’d like to, but I just can’t. Sorry, I just can’t.”

It’s easier than it feels.


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