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Dig a moat around my life, that'll fix it
The plumbers came this morning and replaced the joint which they had replaced nearly two weeks ago which had since cracked and dripped through our bathroom ceiling once again. Here's hoping the third time is not the charm.
Also this morning I saw my first Cybertruck in the wild. It was sincerely impressive: exactly as appalling as the internet had led me to believe. It looked unreal not in the sense of futuristic cool but half-materialized eldritch incursion.
In the afternoon I managed to nap for three or four hours, which is approaching my normal ration lately and is not sufficient to sustain intelligence. It is especially frustrating since last night I finally watched at home on my own a movie which I loved.
Also last night I was so surprised to find myself still asked in this year of our trash fire 2024 for my origins based on my accent, I forgot to ask the man who stopped me after overhearing me at the pharmacy counter what he was expecting instead of the evident disappointment that I was born in Boston of American parents and had indeed heard before that I didn't sound like it.
Only thanks to a recent half-off sale was the curry powder of tonight's dinner affordable, but it is so neat to me that saffron has not depreciated since the days of Minoan frescoes.
Six monarchs in chrysalis are metamorphosing in my mother's house.
Also this morning I saw my first Cybertruck in the wild. It was sincerely impressive: exactly as appalling as the internet had led me to believe. It looked unreal not in the sense of futuristic cool but half-materialized eldritch incursion.
In the afternoon I managed to nap for three or four hours, which is approaching my normal ration lately and is not sufficient to sustain intelligence. It is especially frustrating since last night I finally watched at home on my own a movie which I loved.
Also last night I was so surprised to find myself still asked in this year of our trash fire 2024 for my origins based on my accent, I forgot to ask the man who stopped me after overhearing me at the pharmacy counter what he was expecting instead of the evident disappointment that I was born in Boston of American parents and had indeed heard before that I didn't sound like it.
Only thanks to a recent half-off sale was the curry powder of tonight's dinner affordable, but it is so neat to me that saffron has not depreciated since the days of Minoan frescoes.
Six monarchs in chrysalis are metamorphosing in my mother's house.
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It's so weird. I would be fascinated to know what someone from an era before CGI would make of it, except it feels truly cruel to inflict on anyone who isn't obliged by misfortunes of history to share a street with it.
Did you know there's a kid's picture book in support of the cybertruck?
I had no idea. It immediately suggests to me an entire population of very dubious small children watching a parent's midlife crisis manifest with wheels on.
(Why the hell did the last plumbing joint crack?? Hello? Where are they getting their plants? A fifth-grade pottery class?)
(We have no idea. It was PVC. It shouldn't have cracked unless it was weather-stressed or left lying around in the sun and we were told nothing of its origins. We are eyeing its replacement with some paranoia. Also our ceiling is still sheetrock.)
Yes, never mind gold, people should invest in saffron.
I love the idea of this economy.