I don’t know. What were you doing at a baptismal bathhouse on a beach last night?
Going to need to ask my subconscious mind, speaking of dreams...
I don’t know. What were you doing at a baptismal bathhouse on a beach last night?
eta: ^ because it is.
Got a manicure today for the first time in almost 15 years, in preparation for meeting the bosses on my business trip this weekend.
Feels weird having shiny nails.
That's a lot of stuff. Take a deep breath.My mind flits between whether the house sale will ever complete, whether I’m destined to be the eternal victim of inept others, if the unbroken string of wakeful nights of vivid dream weirdness is caused by medication or just unleashed by it, whether I should cook all of the sausages or save some for tomorrow and whether it’s too early to open the wine.
Is it wrong that I plan all my choirs around the time I get up to go to the restroom? Somehow I have combined being lazy having bad knee's and legs into a working strategy to maximize the amount of standing up time into efficent use? If I get up I clean just a little of my house anytime I get up so instead of just cleaning and getting it over I sort of spread it out throughout the day.
Jason
I love oystersWe cook bacon and bake cookies.
We drive on parkways and park in driveways.
Onions are vegetable donuts.
Oysters are just living boogers.
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