They switched my custodial crew again. I have no idea who these people are.
I’m glad I remembered to bring my umbrella in with me.
I wonder if the people who run the Visit Scotland Instagram account have taken notice of the weird jentober girl from America’s High Five liking pretty much every single one of their posts.
Every time someone I hear someone say “Livin’ the dream” I think of Sturgill Simpson now. I don’t gotta do a Goddamn thing ‘cept sit around and wait to die.
“Maybe that’s what I’m doing wrong. Maybe I need to become a functioning alcoholic.”
“Dude, it has worked for generations and generations of people.”
I dunno. Would it have killed you to say “thank you”?
Um. There are no alligators in Africa, dude. Africa has crocodiles.
This paper on bereavement practices in the Caribbean is very poorly written.
I am not dressed for dealing with sewage.
I keep thinking it’s Tuesday. I’m super happy it’s not but it’s really really confusing.
Seems to me that if you do something stupid in a country notorious for its unduly harsh punishment, you’re just going to have to suck it up and deal with the consequences of your actions. I do not feel sorry for you.
I should never have come back from the necromancer’s office.
These women are kind of horrifying.Â Those eyebrows and eyelashes. Gah.
Yes. The “least scary” is a good way to put it.
Putter Outer of Fires
It’s mad windy. Wind does big things.
I need a serious break right now. Holy. Hell.
That computer isn’t even two years old yet. It’s rarely used. How can the hard drive be dying already? Stupid cheap HPs.
Bereavement. From “reave”. To despoil, rob, or forcibly deprive.
Emergency Exit Only – Alarm will sound! “Will it really sound if we go out that door? Really??” “Yes, it will.” “Seriously?” I had to open the door to prove it. I bet I’ll be hearing that sound a lot in the coming week or so.
Well no wonder I get along so well with engineers.
I think I’ll have waffles for dinner. I think that’s a good plan.
I wish I had a head for math, so I could talk to you.
There’s no way the Senate will confirm the cryer.
And I’m sorry, but what the hell is it with grown ass men crying all over Washington anyway? You need to knock that shit off.
“You’re pretty equally right brained and left brained.”
“Well, I’ve always said I was half human and half Vulcan.”
I need to find a picture.
Maybe I should do something involving the politics of death as a career.
Maybe I should get an MBA. Do I have to take the GRE for that?
I’m dreading the GRE.
I need to stop thinking about the GRE.
What? Well I am kind of a loner.
I probably should not have had waffles for dinner.
Hey! I washed my hair!
I always forget how much I love my 50mm til I start using it again.
Impromptu Cars dance party with Stormageddon!
Oh you know, just hangin’ out in the book manger. Like you do.
That thing is like half bat, half cat, 100% pissed off.
What the hell happened to the Phoblographer’s newsletter? ALL of the photos are super pixelated now. It’s awful.
I need a very large glass of water.
I’d rather go straight home than straight there. But there we are.