Some days it feels like going over the falls in a barrel.
Two decades mired deep in the bowels of the bureaucracy has brought me to this. Oh, the tales I could tell. You may find some of them here, properly anonymized. Or you just might find me musing about whatever I feel like. This may include, but is not limited to: politics, whisky, music, the sad state of education, or how the country is going to hell in a handbasket. Possibly puppies.