discolé monade

gawd damnit tsar. ALWAYS beats me to it.

no. you.

laundromats are a crap shoot. some can be pretty...ok. some are sketchy af. sorry.

+10 prep/reason skills.

2 hours later. this is me, not getting shit done. ffs.

yeah...that's the other thing. and it's currently riding @ #1 on the list of 'wtf else can happen?' i have to move the masonry on that piece. which is fine. i'm going to use it as a border. and then plant 'spiky/thorny' plants. because apparently that fucks with 'feng shui'.

ok... AI, calm down.

hmmm. weird. all these years i thought it was 42. go god!

what is the answer to life, the universe, and everything?

bloody hell... ANYWAY... i think i may have to go clothes shopping. i have a few 'office' outfits that i can get through the week with...but, after that...i'll be 'so last week'

ew.

that's not how this works.

like, an almost over~whelming amount of stuff. projects and spring cleaning procrastination biting me right in the ass today. and to top it off i have a mammogram scheduled before i have to go in my first day. so...yay. get to finish getting ready at the dr.'s office. fml, i hate having to 'tote' additional shite.

what are you up to? >.>

one word: barometer.

no. just the other fountain. there's a leak somewhere in the basin, but can't seem to get repaired. so, made it into a flower/plant bed. the friend garden.

no, but now i have to drain that damn fountain. again. hopefully this week. pretty sure i start work next week.

fuck shitty neighbors. they can go to hell. they can go to hell, and die.

just queud it. checking on 'ingress' now.