Some sorts of noise are good

On Tuesday I closed the door, literally, on the warehouse I've worked at for the last couple years. The warehouse I'm working in now is louder, with more people, competing radios, and a conveyor system. I'm having to adapt once again to thinking through complex problems in an environment with a constant din.

"And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too..."

I'm making a mix of cover songs tonight.

"Who'll be my role model now that my role model is gone?"