Stupid head.

scatter them in time and space

Weird … what do you call those?  Memes?  When people post photos on facebook (which they do constantly) with pithy phrases on them that are meant to be funny?  They’re weird today.  Like someone used Babblfish to translate them from English to Russian and back to English.  So you can kind of see where they might have been funny, but now you’re just sort of saying “huh?”

Maybe we’ve reached the end of the interwebs.

I so don’t want to be here today.

My lunch is particularly unappealing today.  le sigh

Crap.  I need to get that map done.

I feel like I could sleep for a week.

Maybe I can turn this space heater off for a while.

I have to remember the protein bars.

This is not the book for the Common Read.  Not enough people will like it.

My heart just doesn’t bleed for that kind of thing.  Sorry.

What the hell is this Elf on the Shelf business??

I didn’t know there was a crisis.

I have an irrational fear of garbage disposals.  Only irrational in that I wouldn’t actually stick my hand down into a garbage disposal.

I’d really like to be a person who didn’t have headaches.

It’s entirely too bright in here.


Apparently it’s Power Ball day.  If I won I would quit my job and move away and only tell a very small list of less than 5 people where I lived.

That’s not entirely true.

I don’t think you should have to have your name published if you win.  I wouldn’t want anyone to know that I won, because I can think of twelvety people who would ask me for money and I’d be forced to say no on principle.

You can think what you wish.

I need some M&Ms.

I deserve some M&Ms.

I deserve some M&Ms and $550 million.

Yes I do.

I just don’t even know how to describe this pain. I’ve tried before.  They don’t make words that work.

I just want it to go away.

Oh, I love it when people preface things with “this might be a stupid question, but …”

I am offended by the Students for Obama poster in the GAs’ office.  I wouldn’t want to have that in my face when coming in for advising.  I should hang something monstrously Rethuglican.  My tiny Vote John Casey for a Well Armed America is much too subtle.

Anyway the election is over.  Move on, dot org.


Everyone around here is always spelling it flyer and I’m always replying with flier but they don’t seem to notice.

Oh my GOD, why are you YELLING???

Oh, so that’s where the telescopes are.  Huh.

This pain is affecting.  Effecting.  Affecting.  See?  My mental acuity.

There is really no reason to speak so loudly.  We’re all sitting or standing within 10 feet of each other.  I mean holy hell.

I don’t need any messages from the Universe today, thanks.

I’m surprised so few people offered book recommendations.  I was disappointed.

I’m sorry, I can’t read Eggers.  An Astonishing Work of Staggering Angst was appalling.  I don’t care if anything he wrote afterward is pure brilliance, I can’t stomach him.

Also he’s a HUGE Obama fan, which.  Ew.

Everything doesn’t have to be a “-gate.”  Really.  It’s not Benghazigate.  It’s Benghazi.  That’s bad enough.

Maybe I need a nice thick steak.  With a baked potato.  Maybe that will beat my malfunctioning noggin into submission.

You are too loud, phone!

I am much warmer than I should be, considering me, and the fact that I’m usually freezing.  I never even turned the space heater back on.

OK, I’m not actually offended, but of all the stuffs I want to have staring at me in the workplace, an Obama poster is not even in the same universe as the list.

Damn.  That didn’t work either.

Wow, the moon is incredible tonight!

I could use some dinner.  And a really cold beverage.

Twitchy.  I don’t like it.

New Dresden is here!  Joy!

I should send more flowers.

I just don’t know why it has to be my skull that feels like it’s actively trying to explode my brain.

I think.

Zombie dog!


Ugh.  Stinky.

Have I mentioned how much I love my student staff?  I do.  They’re awesome.

There is an astonishing amount of sadness in these stories.

That’s twice I’ve used astonishing today.  Now I’ll be using it all the time.  On the bright side, perhaps it will mean less use of “awesome.”

The semester is almost over.  Then I can just dive head first into Ghost Story.  I can’t wait.  I’m so tired of being a student right now.

Look. Oh.  Never mind.

The girls and I decided that my Time Lord name would be The Mother and everyone would just call me Mother all the time because I’m the LHC’s “Mother”.

And how’s that for a sentence?  Astonishing.

I’ve gone on long enough for one Wednesday.