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Good side effects are the reason you take the drug

Currently having Old Schoolhouse's Easy Runway IPA. The small one is a complimentary taster of Breakside's Kids These Haze IPA

Depends ultimately what you've got in the area. Depends on the person you're hanging out with. I'd make suggestions but they're all influenced by what I like and what I have available.

I death-walked down the stairs to the next bathroom. I did so with surprising success.

Here and there. Out and around. Round and about. Hither and thither - to and fro, back and forth, up and down, in and out. Over-and-under, hippity-hoppity, round the corner over the river and through the woods, lickety-split, clocking the G's, grinding the ax, up to no good, nip in the bud, good 'n plenty, lollygagging around making the rounds painting the town red. Packing a load, hugging a tree skinnin' the dog skip to my loo sowing my oats passing a stone, shooting the breeze jumping the fence! Humping the horse dancing a jig spinning a yarn sipping the cider! Flexing the pecs lubin' my do packing the feed licking the chicken pinching the pennies!

I texted from inside a bathroom without paper.

Doctors have been known to make up their own days of the week, even. Famous examples include Loomday, Pfixday, and the notorious Lauravandenbergday, where all the outdated periodicals are replaced with spine-worn copies of The Third Hotel, and you can't check in until you've read the whole thing and chosen a page to recite from memory.

Sipping on hot sauce

Back when I was editing STEM grant proposals, I had the freedom to edit from home. I still usually went elsewhere, though.

I think there was some. It just wasn't the best lighting.

Here's a side by side comparison to a Yuri on Ice character, back when I had an undercut/dye job.

Also, the water cleared, so we had the ability to open

As much as I relate and think about this job, the boss came in on the day off to assess the situation, and made the decision. Honestly? It was a good call. We weren't at risk and the fire department did a good job with controlling the situation. Also I was already on the clock. If we had no customers, that wasn't on me!

So I spent the first hour wondering if we'd even be open, since the hoses were tampering with the quality of our water, and the whole street was closed to traffic. But we opened, and lemme tell you: it's real surreal to ask a question like "debit or credit?" when suddenly the extinguished flame bursts back to life, and the one fire truck remaining is scrambling to quell it.

I hardly know you but the adjective that comes to mind immediately is "majestic"

Zeni is hiding chocolate gold coins in his shoes and lives for the moment when they melt and the chocolate slithers through his socks and snakes its way along the webs of his toes.

Submitted it to a particular lit journal in 2017, and after a year of no update on the submission's status, I decided it would be funny to just let the submission sit in my submittable account, to see how old I'd let it get. 4 days before two years of sitting in the journal's slush pile, the submission moved from "received" to "in-progress" The story is three years old and largely unchanged. Looking back on it now, it feels like reading somebody else's story. Somebody with a completely different eye for certain details and stylistic choices. Long story short, navigating the publishing world never fails to be strange and unpredictable

First thought best thought

I love this video. Definitely inspires me to contour.

Definitely some of the best years of my life included those nights.

Dresses, alcohol, video games, music, good books, Takis, lemonade, bagels with lox and cream cheese, pizza, cycling, correct pronouns, snickerdoodles, and so much more.

Yeah, I love telling that story, mostly because that last part is a pleasant very unexpected twist. Given we were operating a small theater (two screens), it didn't take much to operate. It got to a point where one person (and a volunteer for the early evening shows) opened and closed the whole theater. There was only ever more than two or three people when we were assembling and screening films to be shown for the coming week (which is such a delightful skill to have! I miss splicing, adjusting, switching out lenses, focusing the lenses, the dreaded caution required for changing bulbs, threading film through the projectors, etc), or it was after hours and we'd pull up the DVD projector and get drunk watching a movie from our collection, or It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. But yeah, ultimately there were nights where it was just one person cleaning and closing. It got eerie.