Sometimes it's all that I can do when I think about the president
To conclude the exciting events of yesterday, my voice gave out completely around midnight and I have been functionally mute ever since. Even whispering hurts. I've been trying to reserve it for the cats. As for the knee, I can put less weight on it than yesterday, but I can still put weight on it, so I am getting around the apartment with a cane, which is freaking the cats out slightly. I am filing this entire situation under "on beyond stupid." At least my DVD of Michael Almereyda's Experimenter: The Stanley Milgram Story (2015) arrived, so I can show it to
derspatchel. And Yoon Ha Lee's "Extracurricular Activities" (dedicated to me I think because I kept nudzhing him for more sex in the space opera) went live at Tor.com today. And Rob just discovered that the Scoop 'n' Scootery in Arlington Center delivers coconut-milk ice cream in addition to the regular dairy kind and ordered me some. I had hoped to write about the enjoyable mostly awful science fiction we watched last night in defiant observance of some kind of Valentine's Day, but I haven't had the attention for it. I might just go back to bed.

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I'm glad there're some good things in there too.
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