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The reason you close your eyes when you sneeze is so that material doesn't shoot through your tear ducts. Which can be very uncomfortable.

The only reason Checkov was a one-dimensional stereotype was because Shatner stole his lines and blocked his camera angles. Rest well, Walter. You were so much more.

Few things are as disturbing as an unmarked white panel van using your very short driveway to turn around. It had a 5 for a fleet mark, but no logo. My drive is one short of the actual corner. What the fuck.

Between redemption arcs and the decorating of architecture with dystopian designs, it feels we are being primed to give up. Give me back the 80s neon, the glitter, and rainbows. I'll be a damn sparklepunk if I need to. I want Joy and Hope.

Me tonight.

In a very bad headspace right now. Eating nice cheese and prosciutto about it.

I have voted. The Republicans ran unopposed for village trustees. Grumble. I wrote in candidates.

What if the real person sent from the future was the person who wrote the Terminator films?

Once again, tired until I go to bed. Then I have a nice nap, then AWAKE for hours. Stupid body.

I have lost my container of Sea Monkey food.

Going to a talk about Victorian mourning practices. I could probably give this talk. But hey, maybe I'll learn something.

Coworker yelling at the computer, "Come on, girl! Work it!" My comment, "Maybe if you tape some dollar bills on it...."

Eternal post.

In other news, I have made squash pie that was yummy. This post is unrelated to my doc telling me I'm fat. Again.

My ears hurt. I have been reassured now on several occasions that they are not infected, but they are not normal. They've felt like this more than a month. Naturally the doc wants me to wait longer before doing further testing. .... /stares/

/wakes two hours before alarm goes off/ If I get up now, I could walk on the dreadmill or knit a few rows before work! /opens phone/ /stares for two hours/

Hell to the yes.

The cleaners rearranged my freezer. Found some thin mints. Only Himself hid thin mints in the freezer. Eating them anyway. I can cry about it later.

Okay. I'm getting to serious to be here. Time to feed the cats and do something else.

The hardest part... the fun part ... about making the bed is getting a comfy lie down between layers. My bed is against the corner, so I keep crawling all over it with a little rest.

Go to your camera roll and search “boat” and post one that you like.