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Waiting in a bar. Overhearing drunken woman: "First time I was on the Internet they red-flagged me because I got a question wrong."


Waiting in a bar. Overhearing drunken woman: "First time I was on the Internet they red-flagged me because I got a question wrong."
SNOW DAY! Hooray for sleep and blankets and that fine lady I married and kids that are old enough to make their own breakfasts!
I was promised at LEAST five inches. Ahem. (http://xrl.us/o3zgh)
If staring out the window, waiting for more snow to fall, was a sanctioned virtue, I would be St. Starey McLookingglass.
"Guts, prepare for your acid bath. Remember that?" After a four-day sick-break, I am reuniting with coffee.
Back from sick hostel of my couch. Slept for three days straight. Roughly. Hacked and sniffled my way to work. I'm missing my couch already.
Lap is now full of cold water. Head is now full of slow-running snot.
Lap is full of coffee. Head is full of slow-buzzing bees.


Ordering food, because, without the aid of a time machine, cooking dinner for six people in 11 minutes seems a bit showy.
Teen-aged son's breakfast this morning: bowl of Peanut Butter Puffins, glass of orange juice and a dill pickle.
I think that wit is slowly being regained, but it's still too early to tell. Building a fire and reading the leaves.
Been tired. October is the silly busy month at Inkster Manor. The end is in sight. Hopefully wit will be regained throughout November.
Imagined a vacation spot where Merle Norman and Fannie May enjoy the fruits of their obscure and forbidden love.
Asked if "Stoner Pie" I ordered from pizza place came with "probable cause," of if that was extra. Silent breathing on other end of line.
About ready to enjoy my first big pee as a 41-year-old man. Excelsior!


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