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Entry date: 10-18-2023 – Here Comes 54 – Letters to My Friends

Dear Friends,

Happy birthday, Chris.

Happy birthday to me, too.

Happy birthday, Ginger Coyote.

Happy birthday to one of my quiet, nice students whose parents probably didn’t over indulge in the cocaine while she was being conceived and carried to term.

This is also the 666th post of Ergonomic Mischief.

The kids in school who used to call me “Damian” better watch the fuck out. I’m coming for them today. They are toast. Burnt, devil toast. The best kind.

I don’t feel any older. I don’t feel any younger. I just feel. I breathe and burp and fart and snore. I get frustrated a little more easily by stupidity, ennui, and blowhards, too. That might be the wisdom of age.

I lost my mind a bit last night when I got home. For the past few weeks I’ve heard how people were going to do this and that around the house and guess what? Yep, it wasn’t done. I really wanted Rhondi to come home to a clean house. It’s not terrible, but it could have been better if people I live with were true to their words.

Oh well. Rhondi won’t be surprised. She’ll be disappointed and rightfully so, but I will help her get things in order after 10/27 passes. I might not be a lot of help until after that, but I’ll do what I can do.


Last year I waxed on a bit about past birthdays. This year, I really don’t feel like it is anything special. I don’t want anything or want to have a party, etc. We have a staff meeting today at work and I really don’t want there to be much of anything about my birthday to be said there.

I like the people I work with, mind you, but I’ve learned to keep my work life separate from my personal life. I go to work, teach my kids, do what I can to make our school community stronger, and want to be a good teammate, but that’s it. I don’t want to talk about what it’s like to be a year older.

My students seem pretty excited about it, though. That makes my heart happy. They love me, at least a little, and I love them. Even the cocaine baby. He had a decent day yesterday. Still was a shit to a few other kids, but we talked about how that is not going to get him any friends.

I also got to see his dad from a distance. Dude looks like a fucking asshole. He looked like he was pretty well put together and takes care of himself. Makes me mad because the cocaine baby often comes to school looking like he hasn’t even bathed in a while. I’d bet my paycheck he won’t come to conferences next week, too.


On a brighter note, I feel calm and at ease in my skin right now. I hope it lasts for a while. I hope others can feel the same. Sometimes this feeling goes away, and I start feeling really uncomfortable with who I am or how I look. I’m sure it is the same for most people. Right now, though, even though I feel the little aches and pains like never before, I am okay with me. That is a pretty rad present from the universe.


I’ll get back to the Bet asap. Maybe even tomorrow. We shall see. I think stuff is about to go off…although I never know where the muse is going to take me.

See you tomorrow.

Hello scruffy.

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David Lathrop
David Lathrop
Oct 18, 2023

Best of days Tom on your day of days, many, many more!!!


Chris Trzeciak
Chris Trzeciak
Oct 18, 2023

Happy Birthday dude! Have a great day and keep on enjoying your awesome life!

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