I know this wicked little malt shoppe in the Crab Nebula. …sounds way less appetizing than it actually is, I assure you.
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Spells came back last week, and then I missed posting here because of course I can’t think straight more than one day a week.
Going to a retirement party today. Hoping it turns out to also be a surprise party, and that the surprise is that I’m the one that’s retiring.
I had Taco Bell for lunch today, so I too think there’s some internal damage. And I’m far less likely to live.
What kind of mileage does that thing get? I’m looking for a new ride since I totaled my Fiesta. I wish this was a joke.
Not to mention the amount of time it takes for me to pee. Let’s put it this way… When you get to a point where you start to think about the time it takes you to pee, POOF! You’re middle-aged.
And here we are at issue 4, finally. And yes, I know, all the time it took to get here is on me. What’s also on me today is pain. A good deal of it actually. So I’m on my[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…