a burnished fall evening, many years ago

Oh joy.  Overtime begins again.

I marvel at the continual applauding of mediocrity.

Pumpkins pumpkins pumpkins.

I wish I could enjoy this October more.

Skullie.

Rend.

Like getting used to being poked with pins every few minutes.

Fueled by Diet Coke and sarcasm.

What is your fav-o-riiit collah?

But you have to be able to answer my questions.  I can’t help you if your only response is “I don’t know.”

Gloomy walk.

My fried brain hurts.

Extract. Pervert. Exact.

So very very busy.

Wind up toys and dinosaurs.

The road home.

Food!  I need food!

E-pitoh-ME!

Snort.  A wrath more hellacious than Satan himself!  Oh my hell.  That is the funniest shit I’ve seen all week.

Huh.  Another A+.  I freaking rock.

It’s not the same when you’re not around.  Stop being so busy.

Really shitty security cam photos, right?  Come on, tell the truth.

This is not the best chili I have ever made.  However, it will be salvaged by the best chocolate chip cookies I have ever made, for dessert.

Nothing is more comfortable than the top bunk.  Or so I’m told.

You are an odd little duck.

Head still hurty.

I don’t think that there should be federal matching grants for political campaigns.  Tax dollars should not be spent on campaigning period.  If politicians wan to run, they can run on what they raise.

I’m so very late.

I need to wear glasses, not contacts, tomorrow I think.

It was Miss Scarlet in the Conservatory with the wrench.