I really can’t remember the last time I washed my hair.

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.  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.

I’m generally not a fan of the memoir genre.

Just watching slugs eat chalk in a meandering fashion. Zen.

I need a snail zen garden.

I wish you could see who “loved” a post you made on Ravelry.

Yeah, you used “bloviated” incorrectly. Just thought you’d like to know. Bloviated is a verb, not an adjective.

Huh. I guess my first impression of you was, in fact, the correct one. Shoulda stuck with it, I guess.

devil’s right there, right there

Huh. I am a factotum.

Voted. Crossed another person off the People Who Need Shawls Knitted for Them List. Woke up at midnight thirty to Stormageddon vomiting on my chest. Brakes seized up on the truck. Haven’t managed to accomplish a single thing on the list of things I had planned to accomplish because I actually need to accomplish them thus far this week. Stupid staycation. Might as well have just gone to work.

At least I finished that sweater. I got that goin’ for me.

I need to face the reality that I’m never going to be able to get a new camera. And move on with my life.

If washing machines and trucks and all of it quit breaking, I can buy a used one. Probably.

The light in the geekery sucks. I am too old to be able to read in these conditions. sigh.

I’m a big ball of fun.

Well, technically it is true.

Oh it’s a monkey! I thought it was a cat. An incredibly dexterous cat.

Ooooh! Intrigued!

I’m not driving on those roads again! I don’t care! I’m not doing it!

Why yes, tea sounds lovely. Thank you.

thank you thank you

I can’t help it. I’m tired of winter. I need spring. I don’t even really like spring, but I’ll take it. I can’t stand any more snow.

You see what happens when you come into work an hour late, jentober? It throws absolutely everything off.

I need to figure out this whole sweater design thing because I have an unbelievably good idea.

I know it may come as a shock but …

let the devil in

Hey man. I’m just trying to stay out of your way.

It was just a suggestion, but I think people are going to prefer it that way.

Huh. The sound on my machine is not working. Bother.

Ohhh that’s who that is. I do not care for that song at all.

I’m not sure there’s really any coming back from that.

I think I like the concept better than the reality.

It’s in all those letters I never sent.

i think they’re on to me

I have completely forgotten what I was about to say.

The thing about a book is that there wouldn’t be any links. But that might make it more randomly odd and interesting.

I wish I had a donut.

My ass doesn’t wish I had a donut.

owwwwwwwwwwwww stupid shoulder.

That’s just your infernal clock talking.

Sometimes being a document hoarder totally pays off.

I need to get photos of those three projects up on Ravelry. Well. Four really.

High of 67 on Wednesday?! I’ll take it!!

Oops. Spoke too soon!

Well. But. This notebook has all my stickers on it though. There’re like eleventy I Voted! stickers in it.

Man I wish I had a standing desk.

Now I just want to laminate all the things!!!

All this sun makes it so warm in here.

Why is food always so problematic? Why? WHY?

Stupid food.

I don’t think I could be a death investigator.

Yeah, I don’t think I can afford the state shoot.

I have so much reading to do. I have a case brief to write. I have a paper to write. I have so much to do.

Blowing up balloons makes me dizzy.

Oops. That one popped. It hurt my ear.

It does seem odd that death investigators aren’t regulated, that there’s no accreditation requirement. Of all the things not to regulate, that seems like kind of an important one. The findings of a death investigation can have some pretty serious consequences.

No, Bristol Palin didn’t actually say that. Come on, people.

Oy with the balloons already.

It’s all very specifically nonspecific.

Very.

Gah. Facebook. I just can’t with you lately.

Maybe it’s the muscle relaxer talking. Stupid shoulder.

I’m still debating this waistband. Rip it out and re-knit or let it go? Can’t decide. Maybe I need to wear it for a day or something.

Well at least I’ll never be rich enough to warrant kidnapping.

I love this Knit Picks interchangeable needle pouch. I’m only sorry I waited so long to get it.

It’s the only way to be sure.

But. But. Surely it will work HERE. It’s not socialism socialism. It’s democratic socialism! But but but.

This Happy Valley show is alright. I do love those British mysteries. I’m so annoyed with Netflix for only having the first 4 episodes of Hinterland. I mean how does it end, man. How does it end???

I need to solve my food problem. But. Later.