We are well over 100 days without rain here and I can't really say I miss it, though it's beginning to get a little hot.
In the spirit of the times, my brother got me a chocolate that hasn't reached the tropics yet, and I'm hoping it will. Chocolate with salt and black pepper. Sooo good. And food for thought too: however crazy was the guy that thought about it?
- Hey, I know what would make this chocolate better.
(General round of silence and expectation.)
- Add a little salt and pepper.
(General concern for genetics in the family).

Unheard of as it may seem, today the "Matrices of Psychological Thought" killed a living being.
Quite literally, I'd say.
An unsuspecting bee, being, as bees are, archenemies, was violently swatted against the windshield with said book. That'll teach them critters to take another ride.

(Yeah, yeah, I know. I might be taking it out on the wrong foe.)

weekly feeling

"I want to change the world.
Instead,
I sleep."

Back braces galore

Oh, the unspeakable fun of a back brace. Weird back-brace thingy. White also, awfull. They couldn´t have one in polkadots, could they. As long as I'm going to have to feel like a tailed animal I should be able to be a fashion forward tailed animal.

Me and my shoulder had a nice relationship. Short and sweet.
Now that he's gone I suspect I'll miss him.
I'll try to lure him back with false promises and hopes. Till then it's a no typing zone for me.

Coke and I are grading methodology class papers.
Oh, if only there was enough coke for the task. I should ask for royalties.

The die is cast.
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(gimme a six! gimme a six!)