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Why the fuck am I up after only four hours of sleep? I'm totally going to regret this later. It's like Christmas, though. I'm too excited to sleep.

Somebody sure knows the way to my heart. I just got comic books in the mail. I got The Walking Dead, volume three, and The Losers.

Okay, I'm off to read comics, eat Greek food and feel loved.

This is the best thing I have ever seen in my life. God bless the internet. God bless the Japanese.

Today I saw a station wagon driving erratically down the road with a torn-off gas nozzle hanging out of the tank.

It gets better: She had a customized license plate that said "GENIUS".

I don't think I would have been out of line if I'd run her off the road, torn off the license plate and made her swallow it.

I swear, if I can find a reputable doctor who will cut off my feet and sew on bionic roller skates, I will give them all of my money. I hate my feet.

Today I realized the truth about the human brain. I realized how terrifyingly fragile it is. We're all broken up there, every single one of us. We all have pathways that don't connect, pieces that don't fit. We all see things that we're sure don't exist, know things we couldn't possibly know. The brain is an immensely intricate house of cards, just waiting to tumble...
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Somehow between using it last night and then going to bed, and then needing to use it this morning after waking up, I've completely lost my bread knife. How does a person lose a bread knife (while sleeping) in a kitchen that's like three square feet? And knowing me, I just know I'm going to stumble across it when I'm least expecting it and cut...
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I dreamed that I'd somehow gotten on a bus that took me in the wrong direction. I knew I was going the wrong way, but the bus didn't stop. A lot of my friends were on the bus as well, but they were all headed to their destination. We talked and laughed, and overall the ride was a pleasant one, aside from the lurking panic...
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Nothing quite like being screamed at for twenty-three minutes by a crazyass lunatic.

Nope, nothing like it.

It's a good thing potstickers make it all better.

I went to the farmers market this morning. There wasn't much there this early in the season, but I still managed to spend $40 on basil plants, artisanal cheeses, organic chocolates and lamb steaks.

Now I'm having apricot croissants and limeade for breakfast. It's fun to be me.

For the past few weeks, I've been plagued by dreams about work. Well, last night and the night before, I guess my brain decided to give me a reprieve of sorts. I've still been having dreams about work, but for the last two nights I've dreamed I worked at the International House of Transvestites.

Night before last, I was coreographing their big dance number, and...
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Absolutely nothing interesting going on this week, I just got sick of looking at the other entry.

The weather guy fell over on the news this morning. He's a champ, though. He got right back up and gave me my seven-day forecast. We should all be more like the weather guy.