and it’s about overthinking things because, y’know, I do. Like, all the time. I’m already concerned that telling you what it’s about has ruined the whole point of the story but then I’m thinking that maybe you’ll only read it if you know what it’s about because the title is kinda vague.
There’s a man who doesn’t say anything who works in finance. He has a nose the shape of a wrinkled pancake, all weird and twisted and flat, and a forehead so big it’s like his brain is bursting at the edges. The nose was a consequence of being repeatedly punched in the face as a kid. The forehead is a medical condition. The fact he doesn’t speak is out of choice. A big fuck you to anyone who hears him. His name is Charlie.
Still waiting on some concrete details about my NY move, but I can’t decide if I should then actively tell people - only a few people know so far - or if I should just wait until I get there then subtly update my location to “lives in NY” or something.
But on the other hand, even while I’m tipsy I know there’s no way in hell I’ll be able to reply to the email in my inbox about my wordpress blog asking me to contribute to a podcast. I’ve been asked a few times by different people and I’ve always ignored them…
I have a full day’s training course tomorrow and I’m really not looking forward to it. It’s for a recognised qualification so it’s worth doing, but I stress out too much about anything out of the ordinary.
A few people are flying in from Sweden to join us, it’s in a fancy hotel, and the expectation is that everyone will go for drinks afterwards.