No grad school? I’m gonna figure out this whole A line skirt business. Dammit. And a whole list of other crap I need to get done that I would not have had time for.
Now on to sleeve city. whee.
Hey that’s a fingernail.
Hey that’s my fingernail.
I should finish this Jonathan Haidt book. I’ve only been reading it for two years. Ish.
Phrase I’m already thoroughly sick of: “take a knee,” and variations thereof.
OMG I just don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care.
People like this woman should probably seek professional psychiatric help. This level of attention seeking hysterical fear mongering is pathological.
Forget what I said about that house last week. I want this one.
Damn. There go my lunch plans. Now what.
No grad school … I should definitely write a book.
I guess I’ll get a sandwich.
This has been stuck in my head for days and I have no idea why.
OK, intrigued. Also helps that I have a ridiculous crush on Thomas Jane, despite his weird shoe thing.
Donuts!!! Thanks, Pop!
Well great. There’s a giant mess to clean up. Dammit. I don’t even know how the hell or what the hell even happened with this.
Well. There’s a plus anyway.
Statistics. SO helpful.
Dude. That is so lame. Tell me I get the free stuff then tell me just kidding it’s out of stock. Lame!
This is quite possibly the biggest knitting malfunction I have ever had. It’s salvageable, but so seriously a giant pain in the ass. Frustrating as hell, and my back is killing me from being hunched over these tiny tiny stitches.
In this shitty chair.
With my shitty posture.
Eat a donut, jentober.
I tried to read through it, but my eyes just immediately tried to close for to sleep.
Crap. crap crap crap. CRAP.
There is no way sailors in the U.S. Navy in 194whatever would have been allowed to have those beards. They really should have had clean shaven actors for that episode.
Look at this fancy empty notebook.
That spreadsheet is notable in how completely unhelpful it is. Thanks so much.
Slow ass, kinda unreliable way to kill somebody.
But what do I know?
Maybe I’ll just take the laptop home today. Work on this there. SINCE I DON’T HAVE ANY HOMEWORK!!!!!
looked just like him, but littler
“The United States Congress should pass a law requir-” Let me stop you right there.
I don’t encourage very many people to go to college.
Oh it was Order of the Good Death, not Death Salon.
I kind of wish I had some coffee right now. I don’t even know why.
I’m so happy it’s finally cooling down. I see you lurking, 80 degree day next week. You better not show your face.
I brought this sweater home, but I just don’t know if I have the energy to deal with this damn sleeve.
God I got sucked into FB scrolling for far too long there.
I don’t know why I comment. I should never comment.
Ready. To. Move. On. PLEASE.
I should have become a mechanic.
My next camera. Probably.
How do you want to be remembered?
That is definitely some fall light out there in the back 40.
Damn. My knee is not happy today at all.
OK. This sleeve is not going to knit itself. Alas.