Dear cancer: I hope you die in the worst conflagration that is physically possible. No love, the WordPress community.
I think I’m going to have a couple more cups of coffee and attempt to reboot myself.
It should be illegal to read anything from the W3C this early.
Ug loud children in my apartment. Get them out!
Rocking a sweatsuit and tennis shoes today. Because I don’t feel like being fashionable and it’s cool and rainy here today.
I have changed the computer name of my bigger laptop to “For Fuck Sake.”
Need to look at the baseball schedule. Really need to catch up on baseball.
Every year around this time, I’m glad I do caparot with money and not a chicken.
Warning everyone now. The snark is becoming stronger and will probably escape shortly.
Burritos are the sippy cup of tacos.
Hey I found my brain cell!
Contemplating how 5775 has really flown by. Wow. And some of it’s been really weird. Here’s to a better 5776.
Yay it’s cool enough outside, and will be for the next few days, that I can open the windows!