Sorry.  I don’t have any pictures of turkeys …

When I say I could use a massage, I mean it would probably actually do me an immense amount of good to get a massage.  For real.  Not just a regular “I need a massage.”  A “The doctor should prescribe a massage right frigging now,” massage.

Massage.  Don’t say it like you’re British.  It sounds kind of creepy.

It’s probably dessert overkill.

I think it’s possible that she’s stopped speaking to me.

primal cooking

I don’t understand that dress.

But I don’t even like pumpkin pie!

I got lost in all those old photos.

Jack’s bow tie is broken.

It’s not as though

We don’t need Thanksgiving songs.

I always do too much dessert.  No one complains but the Mister.

What?  Do not mock my Agent Coulson crush.  I can hurt you.

8 or 9  9 or 8

mmmmpotatoesmmmmm

Yeah, I’ll probably never do that again.

Two very clean bathrooms.  Now for the rest of it.

What??  Eat the apple!  Eat it!

You need a vacation before you have an aneurysm.

Read it.

It’s the constant GRRR.  Enough.

Oh that’s a cute hat!

Miss W came in here and turned my office into a mess!

And then she read that sentence and gave me the stink eye.

It’s nice to have photos on the walls.

These walls are tall.  I need to print large things.

That dragon always looks like he’s looking at you like you’re a half wit.  “Well.  That’s one way of doing things …”

How is there still this much to do?

Argh.  Everything hurts.  I don’t think I can straighten my back at this point.

I just want pizza and a Woodchuck.

oranges and onions

Oh my God!  This was a terrible idea!  Stupid glue stick hell.

A nice long soak in the tub would be good.

This chair is too tall for this desk.  I need to find a different chair.

That iPod just tried to play 3 different versions of Kiss Them For Me in a row.  I just don’t love Siouxsie quite that much.

I met Siouxsie once.  Nice lady.

So.  Rice Krispie treats?  Oreo cream cheese balls of nirvana?  Double chocolate brownies?  Hmmmm.

It has been too long since I’ve had time to go out back and shoot something.

Speaking of which.  We need to move the target pallet.

Thanksgiving shooting!

Briney.

I can never remember my password.

Huh.  I just got the Reading Rainbow song stuck in my head.

I don’t know.  I don’t think I’m even available for emergencies right now.  Too tired.  So tired, I left the g out of emergencies and tried to add an extra e to left.

My hands are raw.

4ish then.  ok.

Where are we?

I could really go for a movie right now.

Wow.  How did it get that late?

Happy Turkey Day, my friends.  I am thankful for you all.

I forgot it was Wednesday.  I know.  I know.  I don’t think I’m quite altogether all together these days.

You are a stakeholder in your own safety and security!

Active Shooter training update!  Whee! Learn how to effectively throw staplers at a shooter.  Since all the evidence does not actually show that an active shooter is generally only stopped by a bystander with a pistol or suicide.  Right.

That is going to be painful.

I think David Tennant should avoid facial hair, as a rule.

Awareness + Action = Prevention!

I will be happy to be settled.  Right now I feel like I’m sleeping in a hotel.

Some people are just naturally quiet and like being alone.

Apparently I am not actually in the mood for the Once More With Feeling soundtrack.

I hope the internet is hooked up tomorrow.  That’d be nice.

The turkey has landed!

I still say it sounds like a fake name.

Lara Croft style.  I can live with that.

Triggering events!

Having this training right after lunch is a terrible idea.

Bleah.  Here we go.

Stop interrupting me!

I could be a threat assessment expert.

Do not huddle together for safety!

I’m kinda hungry.

Oatmeal.  I do not like oatmeal.  I do like oatmeal cookies.

Michael Fassbender is nice.  I’m still a little partial to Daniel Craig though, I think.

Yes, I do love Vince Guaraldi, but it’s not even Thanksgiving yet!!!!

Oh Lord.  Thanksgiving.  I am insane.

I do make a damn good turkey.  I also make fantastic mac and cheese.  But it’s my desserts that are the real draw.

Webmail is sucking today.

Look at your life through the lens of survival!

I think we’re short today.

More things to find places for.  We need some sort of incense something or other.  It’s still kind of musty.

I don’t know.  I wouldn’t mess with him.

Inferiority complex.  Yep.

Stop being cranky.  It’s wearing me down.

Well.  You get the idea.

Sad day.  I do not understand humans.  I just don’t.

Favorite quote of election night: “Well, apparently I’m going to have to get a second job so I can pay for everyone else’s vaginas.”

Honestly.

So.  Four more years of being called a racist every time we criticize the president.  Four more years down the road of statism and collectivism.  Four more years of being told what’s best for me.  Four more years of bloated government over reach and expansion.  Four more years of the continued erosion of civil liberties.  Four more years of smug, self righteous, holier than thou condescension.  Gosh.  I can’t hardly wait to get started.

I’m a little disgusted that Elizabeth Warren won.

I’m a little disgusted in general today, actually.

Let’s talk about something else.  I’m just.  Man.

I am very happy that the proposed constitutional amendments for Michigan all failed.  I was a little worried about a couple of them, but was happy to see the overwhelming no votes on those.

I’m going to pick a room in my new house and call it the Situation Room.  We probably need a War room too.

I think this sweater is going to be really cute when I finish it.

I think my mouse is dying.  I wonder if there’s enough money in the budget for a new one.

I think I need some Motrin.

Maybe it’s just the battery.  I wonder if there’s enough money in the budget for a fresh battery.

I really like these pants.

Perhaps it is not the battery.  I’m walking down and getting a new mouse after the interminable staff meeting.  Budget be damned!

I’m just going to eat this donut that is the size of my head and feel sorry for my country.  Who knows how much longer I’ll be allowed to eat donuts the size of my head?

Of course, my waistline would rather I didn’t eat donuts the size of my head …

Dammit!  Prop 1 was defeated.  My sad day is further saddened.

It’s truly a comfort to know that Americans are more concerned with whom they can marry than with the extrajudicial execution of American citizens.  “Love won” indeed.

Oooh, nothing like vitriolic gloating.  From my family.

New mouse too fast!  Slow down mouse!  Slow down!

We need a musical interlude.

Good grief.  I haven’t even managed to empty out my inbox yet today.

I just had a really nice conversation with one of my liberal friends.  Class act. Thank you.

I don’t share my people well.  I’m stingy with my people.

What?  I have good reason!

Ugh.  No more donuts for jentober.  Ugh.

I’ve decided that empanadas are just wannabe pasties.

Pasties sound good.  We haven’t had pasties in a while.

Huh.  I guess I better buy a turkey.  I hope I don’t need to take out a small loan to do it.

Culture shock.

Turkey sandwich.

Who wants to help us move?

The answer to that question is always “not me!”

Mostly reading stuff on Google + just makes me sad.  I’m not going into that further.

My campaign is offering yoga pants instead of buttons.  TOWN on one butt cheek, SEND on the other.  How many pair can I put you down for?

It’s the Canadian commentary of the last two days that has been particularly ridiculous.  Honestly.  YOU LIVE IN CANADIA.

And then there are the liberal friends who quite obviously studiously avoid broaching the topic at all.  I might be ok with that.

life don’t work out my way

My head really hurts.

Maybe someone will buy me a sonic screwdriver and cheer me up.  My preference is the 9th doctor’s please.

Since I ran the last update on Words on the tablet it isn’t working properly.  This added to my normal delay in taking my turn.  Honestly I don’t know why anyone even wants to play with me.

Why is stuff I posted 2 days ago suddenly showing up in my fb feed?

This is so cool!

I’m wasting my time.  That’s all.  Just wasting my time.  Can I go home now?

Depression eating?

Incremental moving.  The houses are both disasters.

I need a drill sergeant.

Ooph.

Seriously.  No focus at all.  This is a spectacularly bad time to have no focus.

This is probably long enough, yeah?  It’s a depressing post anyway.