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Insomnia sucks ass. Hardcore. Via bendy straw.

( Also... )

The things I end up saying (or, the story of the oddball spellcheck)

(For the record, the wife and I were discussing this article here, and a bit on it's ramifications.)

Her: "I don’t know which way to go on this one…"

Me: "I don't think I've really got an opinion, aside from the fact that a sports team shouldn't have any right to dictate about who their neighbors are, unless they own the property."

Her: "I agree with that opinion… but then, the parent card comes out. Sigh…"

Me: "Mine almost did. Then I had a realization- I'd be saying I was fine with loud, obscenity-shouting, boob-flashing, beer-guzzling idiot baseball fans, but not fine with strippers and their customers? Wait- there's a difference between the two?"

Me again: "Added note: spellcheck keeps trying to turn SoDo into Sodom. That says something right there."

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One good thing about today- I actually found one good POSITIVE reason to go vote. And it is, of course, a picture:

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Worked out.

Had good junky food delivered by plaidbrat (wishing for shake, but I can deal.)

Doing a bit better, overall.

It also helps to remember on occasion, to just mentally dive backwards into the great foaming sea of pure GONZO that lurks back behind the brain. As my combative tantric sex instructor Kali Yuga used to tell me, back when I was working as a full-time International Man of Mystery and part-time Psychedelic Secret Agent of F.R.E.U.D., "Limberness, both mentally and physically, is the second biggest weapon you can ever have in your arsenal..."


Then again, Kali also had three pairs of triple-D cup breasts, four arms, and a third eye. She didn't have an arsenal, she was a full-on armory.