NSAID

1. Lie still and debate whether or not it would be better to just not do whatever I woke up to do, and go back to sleep instead for however long as it takes. 2. get dressed for whatever I'm doing

"[Chemical Burns/Pest Infestation/Sinus Pain/etc] and YOU". It's actually a series of pamphlets about when to contact various emergency services in various situations.

Assembling a bedframe this weekend, unless I decide not to bother. It's been so long since I've slept in a regular bed that I'm convinced that I'm instantly going to roll off, hit my head, and spend the rest of my natural life in a coma, wherein I will hallucinate a life lived with grace and purpose. Very exciting stuff.

Dull, joyless horseradish sauce

How does it make you feel.

If anything, I'd say Marilyn Manson was a pokemon with no evolution you catch around the 4-5th gym and feel compelled to hang on to due not having many options for that type of wild caught pokemon that gen, and since you sunk so many levels into it already you end up dragging it through the e4 even though it was clearly the weakest member of the team.

A bunch of people have recently told me that they don't have any tapes. I have a whole ass shelf of them bc a couple years ago I found a second hand store stall selling what were, from what I can tell, stolen blockbuster tapes for $1 and I didn't have home Internet at the time. Someone was talking about how they got rid of their dvds (not just not buying more, actually going to the trouble of getting rid of the ones they had) in favor of streaming.... How will they watch Dude, Where's My Car? .....any time they want ?

2-4 depending on location, each more wretched than the last

Any body horror style transformation sequence, any speed Giant people who look in windows, who are only frightening by virtue of not actually existing When I was a child, it was a treehouse of horror ep that scared me into worrying about getting stalked/murdered in my dreams. If I knew at the time there was a whole other thing about that subject, I probably would have had an actual hemorrhage

The only time I put on a specific type of music while trying to do a specific sort of task is listening to grindcore while I make lace. You have to do a lot of fast hand motions, and it just works.

I've never seen that movie, but had a jerrasic Park themed birthday cake once, because it had dinosaurs on it.

Paleontologist was probably the one that was the most out there. I was obsessed with dinosaurs. The thing that made me "decide" against it was that I don't like heat and imagined it would involve having to dig around in deserts all the time.

Pretty sure I thought this commercial was awesome at the time

In order to do what they did, they had to walk past another garbage can that wasn't in a bathroom. This was a sticky fingered shitter, there's no getting around it.

At work, one of the customers left an entire orange peel in the bathroom trash, and for some reason that was unexpectedly emotionally taxing.

I'm the character who was written, seemingly, because the author was afraid of not having enough characters to advance the plot via 1 on 1 dialogue, but then as they got more comfortable writing realized trying to include too many non-essential voices was actually bogging them down. I lack the converse footwear, unusually cut bangs, and determination to be the girl who jumps.

I call off valentine's day at work every year. Not because of romantic entanglements, but because it's a really busy day and I call off too infrequently for them to argue about it. I've not signed up for some type of Web service that sends me alerts for things like singles awareness day, but Guy Who Gets Too Into Fake Holidays might be a good next move.

About a dozen years ago I read a zombie apocalypse AU fanfic, and I remember the author had a character who was driven insane(?) by the fact that the female protagonist was destined to be with the male protagonist instead of her, and so decided to throw herself off the roof of the abandoned mall they were using as a bunker. Which stirred up some heat from the zombies (at the time it was very emotionally taxing, but I think it really kept everyone together in the end). I'd be like a minor character that died during that surge in zombie interest, mostly for convenience, since the author forgot what their intentions were when they introduced my character.

1. I want everyone to wake up suddenly from an otherwise average night of sleep with the knowledge of the proper care methods for hermit crabs transmitted to their brains. 2. Hermit crabs