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Button-down shirts and 280 chairs in this room, slouching inherently uncomfortable. Nervous giggles, but aren’t porphyrins cool? So much time in a basement, you’d think I was a vampire. “I will definitely be doing that, I guess is my answer.” I wish all fields one could study had their own shorthand primed for rapid notetaking. Jargon is too verbose!


the day is like one day. will it get done? the more i do the more there is.

Bought a whole bunch of flowers still in seed form, I think I will plant them carelessly outside my window and hope for some nonzero percent yield. The directions are very specific, and in the metric system.

ultimate sunburst.

It’s the Girl Scouts cookie-peddlin’ season again. The only one I binge on (Thin Mints) is illustrated unappetizingly with a gaggle of open-mouthed girls with helmets (upside-down white bowls?) atop their heads. I can’t decide if they are exhilarated from recent rock climbing, or if their exuberance is in anticipation. Either way, they don the awkward nylon crotch-guard – safety harness for mid-air suspension. Four cookies (Thin Mints, obviously, but they are labeled in funky font anyway) are placed somewhat menacingly beneath the girls, so perhaps those wide grins can be reinterpreted as grimaces of terror. The Thin Mints are coming!!

Bought ’em yesterday. I pretended to be a twitching addict, paranoid side-looks, trembling hands passed over eight dollars, then effusively thankful. My unwitting dealer stood beside her mom, and I tried to reconstruct the father from their small unlikenesses.

[40 kcal. Also, 1% of my daily requirement of iron, weirdly.]

NYTimes (audio) Patient Voices — pathos delivered right to my messy cave, and I don’t even have to read anything. Listening to strangers speak so calmly about tragedies, which would be cliche if they weren’t true, feels simultaneously wholesome and fluffy. Plus these disembodied clinical/human interest audiofiles stoke my hypochondria and some vague smug guilt as I wiggle my toes without pain, contemplate my unsettled future, with wheelchairs and decades of swallowing monster pills firmly in the abstract.

And oh look I can write a first blog post, finally joining the future face first. I have no readers, because I do not yet exist. Hello void.

  • What is your opinion on purebred dogs? Don’t puppy farms seem so disingenuously FUN?
  • Are there nerve endings in the umbilical cord? If so, are they more likely connected to babby or host mama?
  • Do prioritized charts help you make decisions? What about pro/con sheets? Supposedly, the number of options and Important Details matter.
  • What percentage of people who know Eee equals m c squared also know what it (a) stands for and (b) means? I only really know on a superficial level, justified by our first introduction in a 90s era Tiny Toons episode. [One of the saccharine bright characters is temporarily gifted Einsteins brain for the duration of a math test, but oh the catch — Einstein’s abilities were non-optimal for elementary school math, my dear Watson]

Dallied ~hr yesterday day searching for a way to snarkily inform anonymous google reviewer for my local post office that she probably hadn’t “waisted” time in her futile passport quest, but since homonym correction proved impossible, I am now charmed by the bizarre misword. It’ll fool a computer spell cheque! And a skip away, teenagers talk in such characteristic jerky absolutes, and its staccato tempo has become increasingly poignant with my growing isolation from the ‘-agers. I can buy alcohol and they can’t. Also — those underage cops minions who wait outside liquor stores to entrap sympathetic adults — get a life. You’re punishing your closest adult allies.

Medical words involving sleep make such good use of the letter x.

Nothing to it but to do it!


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  • and/but: Yeah, there's good reason to despise the desire to define terms: define "define." Define "desire." Define "reason." Bleh, etc., and so on. But I wond
  • Wonder: So I wonder why you cross lines between all levels of abstraction so swiftly and I wonder whether you even notice. I wonder to what degree these c
  • realsnowfake: omg I bring I back from he dead just for you, zombie blooooog