I can’t believe I just left my tea sitting there.

Proof I’m completely out of whack this week.

It’s real. It’s finally, truly, really real. We’re getting a Chick-fil-A. *sniff* I’m so happy.

I think I need to make a Biggby run.

Maybe I’ll just go get a Diet Pepsi.

Diet Pepsi is closer. And cheaper. Diet Pepsi wins.

This time.

Nope. Still weird to hear people call me “Professor Townsend.” Good weird. But weird.

Stand up, Allison Reynolds!

I wish he’d be more genuine nice instead of therapist nice. I always feel like I’m in trouble for something.

But I don’t like almonds.

I can’t wait til this women’s march is over and we can move on to some other drama. This is getting boring.

Maybe I should move the new 52 weeks project to my more professional site. Feels weird here for some reason.

Shhhhh! This is the secret!

I don’t know.

I don’t know what I’m doing.

Stop looking at yarn, jentober.

I can’t read this book. It’s all preachy and self-righteous and ADHD and I haven’t even made it through chapter 1. I thought when I finished school there would be no more “have to” reading.

I see absolutely nothing wrong with this assignment. In fact, I think it’s kind of fantastic.

A whole lot of nothin’.

Wow. That is a serious lot of money for a bag.

I already said thanks. I don’t feel like I should have to thank you again.

I feel like you need music today. Maybe it’s me. Maybe I need music today.

i remember your face

I almost just started talking about Chick-fil-A again. That is how excited I am.

Yeah I have no idea what I’m supposed to do with this form.

I don’t know, but this cinnamon thing is really really good.

I can’t. The rage.

And then it stalled.

Wait, how is it 3:00 already?

I had to throw my socks away. That is so weird. I’m glad I put the heel grabber thingies in these Docs or I’d be hurting right now with my bare feet.

the blisters!

I think I’m going to fail at sharing music today. Well. Sorry.

i don’t even know if i

Hey it’s Riley Finn!

I don’t think I was too harsh. Was I too harsh?

OMG she is the biggest pain in my ass.

What a nice letter.

I did Google it. I’m not an idiot.

Noooooooooooooooooo with the napping. No. I can’t take another night of zero sleep, kid.

How do I not have a Misfits t-shirt? Clearly this should be a part of my wardrobe.

But why on Earth would I do that?

I never want to capitalize earth. Why on earth.

Dearth.

Worth.

This could be a mistake.

jen, nothing matters to me

Mistakes were made.

What am I listening to???

I don’t know bud.

My hair is even more of a disaster than usual this week.

i’m sick of the cynical

I really need to finish that Joe Pernice book. I don’t remember why I never went back to it. I should just start over from the beginning.

Which reminds me.

I haven’t heard

Did they spell failure wrong purposely? Because that is really annoying either way.

I feel like I wished I liked baseball. But I don’t think that could possibly be true.

I need to take these contacts out.

What the hell am I wearing tomorrow?

It is hard to like your wardrobe when you don’t much like the way you look at the moment. sigh.

It is not looking like I’ll be getting any knitting done this evening.

Yeah. I think I need some sleep.

is that weird?

staaaaaaaaaaaaahp

Eh. I was hoping that video would be funnier.

Gah my hands are so dry.

this is our last dance

These socks are problematic with these shoes. But gosh they’re cute.

How about just raising your kids not to be assholes? That doesn’t seem too complicated.

Nobody says that. It’s not 1983. Stop saying that. You say that and I keep expecting you to pipe up with “mimeograph machine” or something.

Sometimes you just

I wish I had some Triscuits today.

I do not like this moisturizer. I don’t like the way it smells.

Yeah that whole last paragraph sums it up for me. People for real need to stop freaking out about every tiny little thing.

Sometimes a cupcake is just a cupcake.

Cupcake.

Now I want cake.

How has it been a whole entire year since Bowie died?

and i absolutely love you

I feel like I did something stupid, but I’m completely certain that I did not do anything stupid.

Unnecessarily complicated.

This situation requires food.

This place is too small for that.

skullduggery

Well that was confusing.

That is seriously the most awful laugh.

Can I just get entirely new dishes and can they be these? I’m completely serious.

This day will not end.

I’m pretty sure I said that yesterday too.

though nothing, nothing will keep us together

I suppose that’s one way to get you to read the syllabus. And it’s more stimulating than just sitting there while I read it to you. So maybe it’ll stick.

This week will not end.

My hips are starting to hurt. Too much sitting.

Too much all of the everything.

Man I love my 50mm lens.

never thought i’d need

How do I have a whole Snickers bar and a whole bag of M&Ms in my cubby. And how long ago did they get there that I cannot even remember them?

I’m not telling him. You tell him.

OK that’s just a weird feeling.

Way to go, jentober. You left your umbrella-ella-ella in the car.

I had entirely forgotten.

I need to send some random books in the mail. It’s been a while since I’ve done a random book day.

I love Frank Reagan’s cardigans.

Why does the angel in white look like he’s trying to tread water?

I had no idea Nicole Kidman was actually American. Huh.

OMG Piers Morgan stahp. Agreeing with you makes me feel icky. But all of a sudden you keep making sense. What the actual hell.

Interesting ranking.

I’m so glad you’re staying.

Yes. A three day weekend is just what I need.

I really sincerely wish we didn’t even have that thing in our building.

pushing the hair from my eyes

I used to have that album. I have no idea what happened to it.

Neglectfullynessishesed

I should shave my legs.

I have absolutely no memory of why I was looking up conversion factors for that particular yarn.

stay by my side

One of my all time favorite Bowie songs. So much love.

That whole first Tin Machine album is really good, actually.

I am going to read that article but I am not going to read it right now.

I need to order that Malabrigo and play around with this pattern idea.

I need to work from home.

I need to be a stay at home mom.

I need to go get that kettle off the boil.

they say

There’s a photo from the archives for ya.

How is it Wednesday again already?

Every time I try to say inedible lately it comes out inevitable.

Yeah, actually, that is part of my job title for a reason. It’s not just cos I think it sounds neat.

Yeah, gonna have to re-record that when there are no people around I think. yeesh.

Man. That was the longest staff meeting we’ve had in a year.

I need to make another one of those.

I’m afraid my new boss doesn’t think I’m funny.

Why am I so nervy right now. Sheesh. I would like not to be tense. I need tea.

Tea is soothing. I do not wish to be tense.

I miss Giles.

I just think an inside the thigh holster only works for ridiculously thin women who have thigh gaps. And even then it seems like it would make you walk a little bowlegged. I can’t see how that can be at all comfortable.

But what do I know?

Great start to the new semester, jentober. You idiot.

Woefully short.

Woe. fully. short.

I like old people.

My eyes won’t stay open. I don’t know what you want me to do.

Allison Reynolds can’t stay awake either. She’s tipping over on my desk right this very minute.

What? What candidate? I have no idea what this means.

Banning plastic bag bans. Um. Yeah. OK.

You don’t need CMS training to poke the damn “publish” button.

This Ibuprofen is not working.

What the hell does that even mean?

Well. I’m sorry.

What the

Why is the White House emailing me?

cooooooooooooooold

Wait. Did I actually take the Ibuprofen? Or did I just think about taking the Ibuprofen?

Must drag my arse over to tea.

I need to decide what to read next. Sandman Slim, perhaps.

Where the hell is the new Dresden?

Black and white, baby.

I need to work with some textures.

baby’s on fiyah. bettah thrower in the watah.

I think I just thought about taking the Iburofen and didn’t actually succeed in taking the necessary next step of actually following through.

I just almost deleted you, you poor thing.

True. False.

how can i undo the damage that i’ve done

Oh yeah. Have to go grab that thumb drive.

I just need a better backpack.

Gah. I hate it when I rip a fingernail off.

I think I’ll go now.

Late start. On account of I’m on break. And I completely did not even know what day it was.

I thought it was Tuesday like 3 days in a row. Not even kidding.

Rubio’s Christmas card looks like the photog Photshopped every single member of his family into place and didn’t *quite* get the scale right. And also WAY over processed all of them. Gah. This is just plain awful.

I do not like the word illusive.

Happy birthday, Alex Chilton.

Who the hell is Brock O’Hurn?

I don’t think I care for this sweater pattern.

Knitting sleeves is like being trapped in Purgatory.

Just one kind of foolishness after another. WHY WHY WHY would you arrest this man? WHY???

Carrie Fisher didn’t mean the same thing to me that she did to all of you. And it’s likely because I’ve never really been a Star Wars fan.

Dammit. Now I want Dunkin.

I am not buying a $25,000 car, as much as I might enjoy one.

Well that was a crappy turn of events.

Why the hell shouldn’t Ivanka Trump fly coach? WTF difference does that even make? If she had been in first class it would have been all about how she lived it up while the little people sat cramped like sardines. Leave people alone.

Who knew getting another project bag would prove to be such a hassle?

The world needs fewer of those, thanks.

I don’t like those bento box style bags.

I heart you, Tana French.

I can’t tell you why I suddenly have From Russia With Love in my head.

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hello from Stormageddon

Debbie Reynolds is in the hospital now? Damn.

I, for one, think DeVos’ appointment could be a very very good thing.

In case you were tired of celebrity news. I had no idea he had passed.

Happy birthday, Nichelle Nichols.

I don’t know about poetry.

I might need to order more yarn for this thing.

I guess I gotta go clean the stove.

Oh. I guess I do not gotta go clean the stove. Sweet.

Staaaaaaahp.

I don’t think I have a personalized voicemail greeting on my cell. Huh. Maybe I should do that.

Maybe. Possibly.

Happy birthday, Miss Natalie.

I really need to go through all those knitting patterns and just get rid of the ones I will never ever knit. They’re taking up valuable space on the bookshelf.

ribbit

ribbit

ribbit

ribbit

ribbit

I don’t know why I’m bothering to refresh that page.

I’m coooooooooold.

Love you, St. Dr. Pepper Cooper!

So sorry for your troubles.

cry into your christmas cake

I need a song for today. I’m at a loss.

Unknitting a single row in this Diadem fuzzy hell is bad enough, but FOUR? Just shoot me.

Ooooooh!

Well, Merry Christmas to me!

I don’t know what to eat for lunch today.

laugh laugh laugh

Crap. I have to redo the entire grading structure. And the syllabus. crap crap crap.

I just don’t think I want a Cadillac Fleetwood. I’m not 70.

OMG I Just remembered pajamajeans.

ho ho humbug

YARN!!!!

Oh come on. Who doesn’t love holding a sleeping baby? There is nothing in the world more zen than that.

I have been shockingly busy for a break week. Sheesh.

Your Random is suffering for it.

How meta.

But. I’m the only one who hasn’t gone!

Filing false police reports, hoaxes, all done in some twisted effort to undermine the “right wing agenda” doesn’t do anything but make people more divided, and draw attention and time away from legitimate situations, which appear to be few and far between. Knock it the hell off.

Someone in the office is currently watching some kind of Dr. Seuss.

The obelisks are gone when you look away. Prepare. They, too, have teeth.

Dammit! Just tell me what it was!

Hilarious. And maybe a little disturbing.

That whole Pussyhat Project? Just no.

Yeah I don’t know.

I was trying to be funny.

I should not have eaten that brownie. No really. I feel like I’m made of lead now. I might have to do extra PiYo tonight.

Yeah, I couldn’t even type it without laughing. I can hear you from all the way over here.

“If literary volumes are scrubbed of language artifacts, if stained glass in old buildings displaying slavery is shattered, if dilapidated railroad tracks withering in the concentration camps are disassembled, there is no journey towards light because there is no reckoning with truth.”

I’m sorry that I do not share your opinion.

Because.

PiYo and Stormageddon are actually a dangerous combination.

Wow. That was weird.

glitchy

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Stormageddon took over. And published. So I guess we’re done now.

I very nearly forgot it was Wednesday again.

I forgot to post my Christmas song yesterday. Boo.

Shortbread. You beautiful thing, you.

If you were looking for the perfect Christmas gift for me, look no further.

Look, how was I supposed to know she would be taking over the gravely imperative task of ordering pens? We needed pens, I ordered them, like I’ve ordered them twelvety seven times before. So sorry I offended everyone by ordering bloody pens.

Me: “I guess I don’t know much about Mattis.”
B: “Well you know that quote.”
Me: “What quote?”
B: “Be polite, be professional, but have a plan to kill everybody you meet.”
Me: “Wow, that’s basically my motto.”

Owwwwwwwwwwwwww I have no idea what I just did but owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww.

Today is shaping up to be just plain dumb.

I dunno. Should I take down my Gary Johnson sign? Is that really necessary?

Seriously, how is it Wednesday again already?

That’s not even a safety pin. It’s a horse blanket pin.

I have one I use on my shawls. I rather like it. But it’s just there to keep the shawl on. There’s no statement there.

Sheesh. Now I feel like I can’t wear it anymore. Thanks LeBron.

Yeah, I’m not doing that again. I’ll just keep signing out.

Not gonna happen.

It’s sort of a police and corrections officer punishable by dumping hot tea Day. ~ JenniferBot

Those wacky libertarians. Always ahead of their time.

Crap. I waited too long to eat. Blood sugar has plummeted.

Aw, I love surprises in campus mail! … nice surprises. I love nice surprises.

I don’t know what series to watch on Netflix now.

So much for fast.

Gah. Shoulda just gone with Two Fellas.

180 years ago Michigan lost Toledo and gained the U.P. I think we made out better than Ohio in that deal.

Madonna looks like hell. I’m just gonna say it.

Yeah, I’ll pass on those socks, thanks.

Snoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

Is it weird that half the books in my To Read (for fun) stack are political theory?

Crap. What was I just gonna say?

That Blue Bloods show isn’t bad. I love Tom Selleck. But the theme music is awful.

total. not total. total. not total. total. not total.

Stupid truck.

I just accidentally thought about how massive Clifford the Big Red Dog’s poop would be.

Huh. Miss W is a Stray Cats fan. Nice.

Holy crap. It’s Wednesday and I did not eat waffles for dinner. Clearly it is the Apocalypse.

Not bad. I think I prefer Johnette Napolitano’s cover though. I mean. If you’re going to listen to a cover. Just. You know. Memories.

How is this whole thing on YouTube? Oh it’s a crappy cam. Don’t watch it.

That was a good soundtrack.

I need to take these contacts out. Ugh.

Oh Dolly.

The time has completely gotten away from me once again. So sorry.

So sorry for your troubles.

Well. That was harrowing.

Not unlike my day thus far.

I just think saying “edible food” is a tad redundant in this instance. I mean why would you have an INedible food forest? You wouldn’t.

“Madonna says women who voted for Trump hate women.”
“Well, what’s to like?”

duuuuuuuuuuuuued

Because why not?

Wow, the trainees on this Quantico show seem spectacularly naive.

My eyebrows have been woefully neglected these many weeks.

Have you checked out lymtml.com yet? Why not? What’s wrong with you?

I need a nap. And a break.

PLEASE tell me you are not actually this stupid. PLEASE.

Dammit. I spilled something on my skirt.

I’m so glad I found that rock. I thought it was lost. It was in my camera bag the whole time.

Huh. Maybe it was just water.

Winter storm warning. Wheeeeeee!

OMG Jill Stein, go home. Just go home already.

Oh yeah, I’m supposed to be editing this damn photo.

Why won’t you work, font? Why? This is your sole purpose for existing.

That took entirely too much time. Entirely. So dumb.

I do not have nearly enough Diet. Dr. Pepper to get me through the next two hours. That is a fact.

Yep. The day has escaped me entirely.

Huh. I don’t think I like this photo.

I’m pretty sure waffles are a Wednesday night dinner fact at this point.

Yay, my sweater is dry, I can weave in ends!

And whiny. Naive and whiny.

Wait. I hate weaving in ends …

Oh look. It’s Thursday. I wove in ends. I’m wearing mah sweater. Go me.

Oh there’s the snow.

Oh and there’s the headache.

This morning calls for coffee and a cinnamon roll. And I’m not going to get either.

I need the job that pays me to travel the world photographing ruins. That job is perfect for me.

Dude. You’ve delivered here before. Trust me.

I don’t know. Did people think all these rock stars were going to live forever? Frankly it’s a shock that some of them have lived as long as they have.

Did you know you can like Instagram comments now? I just noticed this the other night. So strange. But kinda cool, actually.

OMG The next four years are going to be freaking exhausting.

stop snowing stop snowing stop snowing stop snowing stop snowing stop snowing

It sure is going to be an interesting new year …

Tonka. Yawn.

I have no memory of liking Men of Science Fiction, but damn! Karl Urban.

She’s really beautiful.

These portraits are fantastic.

Hello Triscuit my old friend. I’ve come to snack on you again.

And kind of unstable. Naive, whiny, and unstable.

You liked 6,683 things this year.

I should probably take my glasses out.     I mean my contacts.

I think they’re doing yoga right now.

I think this might be the job I have for the rest of my life. I have mixed feelings about that. Very very mixed feelings.

This cup of tea is so lovely and warm and comforting and gosh I love tea so much.

Why does my ear hurt?

Well. So much for this evening.

I’m just a walking disaster.

OK, before you go any further, here’s your soundtrack.

And just like that – Instagram becomes even more like Snapchat. Staaaaaahp.

Sometimes I look at a word I’ve seen and used a million times and suddenly it doesn’t look like a real word anymore. It doesn’t look like a word I have ever seen. It’s a disorienting experience.

I’m just let it go. ~Jenniferbot

eagles

This is a really good piece by Glenn Greenwald that says “we told you so” but in a much nicer way.

Gah. I can’t work with your sentence fragments.

I don’t think Esquire actually knows what “eschewing” means …

I don’t know. I’m kinda sorry I did it now. Bah.

Yawn. The Supreme Court has ruled on this TWICE. People need to let it go. Is it disrespectful? Yes. Is it treason? Um no.

No really. It’s like being drugged. I don’t even understand it at all.

Yeah, that’s assuming I’m coming back.

Tomorrow is the first. Tomorrow is the first. Tomorrow is the first.

Only tomorrow is it acceptable to begin listening to Christmas music.

Wow. You. Wow.

I still think this is the neatest project. I wish I could do something like this.

I don’t know what the hell that even is.

I had no idea I’d so quickly come to loathe the word “copy”.

I can’t say I was ever a fan of Marky Mark but I am a fan of Mark Wahlberg the actor, and I like what he has to say in this interview.

Please just stop. This is not my job. This is your job. I am not going to do your job.

You might not like it here very much, but at least you can say you don’t like it here very much and not worry about being thrown in prison for saying it.

Wait. This is Wednesday, isn’t it?

I don’t actually care: a memoir
I don’t actually care: Staff memo
I don’t actually care: the Lifetime movie

Wow. Whole lot of time got away from me there.

I don’t want my lunch.

Also tired of “take action”. Maybe you should just not take any action. Maybe you should just take a damn break from taking action. Not everything requires a frigging movement.

I feel like going out for lunch. But I don’t know where I feel like going out to. Also I’m going out for lunch with my dad tomorrow. I should just eat my stupid lunch.

I can’t believe tomorrow is December already.

I don’t            –    What?

OMFG stop calling everyone Girl.

Jesus. This guy’s name is Colin Crouch and I keep calling him Barty Crouch.

Gah. All these theorists talk in derogatory fashion about our free market, as if that were a thing that actually existed.

I just want a drink of my iced tea, dammit! Is that really so much to ask??

you were all i ever

Shut up, bird!

Yeah, I just did that on spec.

OMG I just remembered I have Combos!!!

Oh. Gee. Thanks for the monkey wrench.

Well, it is only Wednesday.

I love you, Diet Dr. Pepper. I love you even more than Dr. Pepper 10. There. I said it.

You have no idea how Excel works, do you?

Why are you so loud? We’re not hard of hearing. STOP YELLING AT ME.

Shut up. I ate my lunch. I was good.

Well some people think I’m hilarious.

I don’t know why you’re asking me. It’s not like I know anything.

shit shit shit shit shit

Don’t. Worry. About. It.

Kind of a tough decision.

It is time to READ.

I’m really sorry I broke the toaster.

I’m still not convinced it was actually me that broke the toaster.

Facebook wants me to boost my posts. I’m guessing most of the people who read my posts would prefer Facebook mute them.

Ba-dum-dum-ksh.

Man. I don’t even like Eagles. I like eagles. They’re pretty cool. I don’t like Eagles. They’re not “the” Eagles. Everyone always calls them THE Eagles but that’s not correct. I don’t even like them and I’m sitting here with Life in the Fast Lane stuck in my head and I don’t even like that song. What a week.

pleonasm: the use of more words than are necessary to express an idea; redundancy. As evidenced by every political theorist ever.

It’s like those really long nails that I don’t know what they use them for. 4x4s or something maybe. But those really long nails being driven up into your heel every time you take a step.

I just created my first drop down menu in Excel. I feel kinda awesome right now.

Dude. It really wasn’t necessary to copy my entire 3 inch long email signature. You could have just given them my name and number.

I love a good television theme song full of violin.

Maybe I, too, should deactivate my Facebook.

Stop laughing. It could happen.

Who the hell is Kate McKinnon?

Please stop adding me to groups without my permission.

Can someone explain to me why I thought MORE college was a good idea?

“Let’s reinvest in our system, reinforce the values of the separation of powers, and enforce the strict limitations the constitution places on the presidency. Then, we can all go back to living the lives we want to live. Let freedom reign.”

I said “gals” and suddenly that makes me feel old.

On the contrary, there is nothing particularly heroic about voting at all.

OMG it’s so terrible, but I laughed so hard.

This Triscuit is defective.

Also people actually eat roasted beet slices?

I just realized that I do not actually have 12 500 word thesis excerpts to grade because the due date for that assignment is this Friday at 5, not last Friday at 5. Yay me!

Most unexpected.

I am literally never going to get this reading done. And I’m having a really hard time caring about that.

I’m not sure I want to be on TV, thank you.

I sort of expected people to post their favorite Biden memes in the comments. I’m a little surprised no one has.

But damn they’re funny.

Olive!

Nope. Still don’t like popcorn.

Look, it’s all I can do to keep my eyes open right now.

Tomorrow and Friday: nearly 70. Saturday and Sunday: rainy and snowy. Pure Michigan.

Doesn’t everybody use the word posse? I mean literally everybody.

I feel tremendous relief over my grad school decision. It’s not the place for me. At least right now.

*whispers* I’m sooooooooooooooooooo tired you guys. *sigh*

I need to brush my teeth.

The Things to Knit list will never be empty.

I totally forgot I left my book there.

I need a serious political theory break. Gotta catch up on my fiction.

Nobody tell Dede, but I still haven’t read the latest Outlander.

Huh. That’s actually not a bad idea.

“For all of my “friends” that voted their conscience, not their fear: I hope your conscience sleeps well tonight …” Well yes, I slept very well last night. The only time you should be able to sleep well is when your conscience is clear, and mine very much is.

Honestly, it must be so exhausting to be so outraged all the time.

And enough with the fear mongering already. This, despite how much you might like it to be, is not actually the end of the world.

No, really. I promise you: The world is not actually ending right now.

I had no idea today would be so busy. Nutty.

Argh! My notebook got wet and now I want to throw it out and start a new one because the pages dried all wrinkly and they don’t lay flat anymore. ARGH!

Honestly, I should have just gone ahead and run for township clerk. If nothing else, at least I could have gotten our area new and more interesting “I voted” stickers.

I don’t know why it irritates me so much when Canadians pipe up about our elections, but it does.

You can’t trust cute people who say feel good stuff.

We’ll build a wall up north too. An ice wall. It’ll be all Game of Thrones and shit.

Who takes notes with a Sharpie??

I bet I’ma sleep right through that one.

Watching the mass hysteria today has been fascinating and bizarre. Truly fascinating and bizarre.

Gah what is even the point in posting this today? Literally no one cares.

You know what musta happened?

I can’t stop yawning. You guys. I’m so tired.

I wish I could make a cup of tea right now.

Man, fuggit. I’ma take a break and get some knitting done. Finally. Stupid week.

I’m not so sure I even want a woman president, but if I’m going to have one, I want one who isn’t a vile, corrupt, hypocritical, power mad fiend. I would have been embarrassed for my sex had Clinton won the election.

But. But. I don’t even really

I think one of the things that kills me is that there are actually “election counselors” that are being made available to people to help them process their feelings.

I think this post is going to make me very unpopular among some people.

Well. Let’s be honest. This post is going to make me more unpopular.

It’s just a stage name. Come on.

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Yes, that whole pizza is still sitting there.

Alphabecus.

BLTs for dinner? Yes please.

I’m going to stick my head under some really hot water.

Wait. Is it supposed to be cold or spring like tomorrow? This November weather has been so schizophrenic.

Wow. She is unhinged.

I feel like I should have eaten a second BLT. It’s not like we use super thick bread or anything.

Ooh! I should make pumpkin bread this weekend!

Also I should write that bloody paper.

So need a break from all the bloody papers.

I need tea and fioricet. Pretty much now. I’ll settle for fioricet.

Well. Chickens. I don’t know.

Oh damn. I almost forgot to upload a photo. Tell you what. I’ll give you one from the archives.

Oh! It’s dancin’ time.

Except. No.