Bring out your dead!

You can't die yet.  You still have to finish the report!

I’ve been instructed to tell you that I am still alive – at least nominally. On the other hand, I could just be a clone and my original body has been origamied into the freezer we keep in the archive for some reason. There’s a hefty lock on it and nobody seems to know where the key is, so short of bringing in my bolt-cutters, I can only speculate.

I do know that my company will be in weapons-grade doo-doo if I expire before completing my current project, so while they are invested in keeping me functional, the task deadlines are stupidly unreasonable and that places some rather onerous demands on my time.

Home life continues to emulate a kinetic sculpture fashioned out of a spinning fan and ballistic turd launcher and I’m not strong enough to get into that just yet. What do we say to the God of Disaster? Not today!

10 thoughts on “Bring out your dead!

    • Ah, it’s not so bad. I was dead once and it was fine. Also, Hamlet says, “in that sleep of death wet dreams may come”, so that’s something to look forward to.

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  1. Yay! I thought some kind thoughts about you (no, I didn’t write any of them in a paper or electronic missive. What am? A secretary! sheesh!)
    And, here you are again! Still sufficiently un-dead to fling us a couple of witticisms.
    A bit concerned about the weapons-grade doo-doo.But somewhat more occupied with a bothersome cyclone just now. I’ll pop back later if I still have the electric wireless thingummy…

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