a handful of wish

Special.

Appearing slightly crazy, as if under a spell; touched.

I don’t want to write it.  I’m annoyed with the whole thing.

Pleasant.

I don’t need donuts anyway.

crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash crash

Distracto girl.  Work is the last place I want to be.

I could use a Die Hard marathon.

Oooooh Ghirardelli caramel squares!  K, you’re the best!

Please believe me.  Stuck in my head now, thanks A.

Stupid pickles.

Gloomy day for a gloomy frame of mind.

Why can’t I document it?  It’s how my brain processes.  Through the images.

There’s always more and more.

I don’t understand that whole rivalry thing.

Funny how the rabid anti conservative progressive agenda hasn’t changed really at all in the last 30 years.  Social justice!  Rethuglicans want you to die!  More government is the answer!  Education!  Evil conservatives are evil!  Won’t someone think of the children?

Oh, I love Tom Robbins.  I do I do.

My mother in law once managed to put a crochet hook through her hand.  I had forgotten that story.

I don’t think they should remake Highlander.  I just don’t.  It’s one of my top 10 favorite movies of all time.

I’m saving a monster just for you.

I’m sorry.  I know many of you will be disappointed, but I simply don’t have time for 31 days of Halloween this year.  The Universe handed me 3 plates full of other stuff to handle instead.  I will shoot some though, promise.

Maybe they put all the names in a hat.  Or something.

It’s funny but it’s true.

I’m a little.  Something.

Oh man.  It’s like all the flavors of fall in your mouth at once.  Heaven.  Nirvana.  Caramel Apple Cider.  Biggby’s.

mobm.  bomg.  thinger.  bomb.

Must. Finish. Paper.

Attack Waaaaaaaaatch!!!!

Non pumpkinny pumpkin.

It’s only that I didn’t bring an umbrella.

Engage cloaking device.

A bread stick.  I haven’t heard that one before.

The caramel apple thinger is making me toasty.  Also I could use a snack.

“Irish women will fuck your shit up!”

The American Dream.  I had no idea it was such a touchy concept.

Deserves multiple posts because it’s the freaking whip.

I don’t think I’ve even had any phone calls today.  Strange.

It’s unthawed pizza.  That’s what it is.

I’m getting tired of the phrase “teachable moment”.

If you walk away walk away …

it’s just a whisper

Three crashes this morning and it’s not even 8:30 yet.

Lunches are important.  Must remember.

6 hours.

Fall!

Into the breach or something.

The monitor on this laptop is teeny.

My toes are cold.

Make that 4 crashes.

Would I like to read this chapter about the Constitution?  Why, yes, I would!

It’s weird doing things by phone.

I could totally be reading for fun right now and I’m doing homework.  I’m such a good kid.  Also a great big nerd.  But we already knew that.

Damn.  There’s no Youtube post for John Paul White’s Home.  You should find it and listen.  It’s good stuff.

Can’t make a link over here any way for some reason.  Ya’ll are going to be missing out on links today.  Try not to cry.

Boy the ballroom is non stop excitement.

A little birdie told me.  Creepy indeed.

Apples are yummy.

It’s funny cos it’s true.

These lids don’t really fit these cups.

I’m going to have to go outside and warm up in the 60 degrees.  Jaysus.  It’s hospital cold in this damn ballroom.

Today’s actually going pretty quickly.  Almost a shame.  It’s nice being over here.  Aside from the frigid temperature.

It should be lunch now.  Want lunch.

My sandwich box is defective.  One slice of bread is crazy moist.  The other slice of bread is hardish.  Sigh.

Down with the micro managing goobers!

Check and balance.  Balance and check.

Yes, the word cuntery was used.  What?  It’s a word now.

Crash averted.

I am not drinking ale today.  It’s probably for the best.

Are you you?  Or are you someone else pretending to be you?

Noncomittal nonsequiters notwithstanding.

It’s a nice day for a

Everything in my head has an Irish accent now.  It’s the book, you see.

Ahhh.  It’s so much warmer at my desk.

What an odd day this has been.

Strange clouds in my sky today.  Strange and interesting.

Yes, I have to say that overall I’m loving The Long Goodbye.

Well, look at that.  A link.  I wonder why I couldn’t make it work on that stupid laptop.

Ooooh.  I want to sleep in.  Yes please.

It’s sort of oblongish.  Oval even.

Somebody around here is mental and it isn’t me.

I’ll pass on the speechifying, thanks.

Gotta watch out for those ax murdery types.

Make a wish.  Don’t tell a soul.