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Sometimes, one can just not be hungry. I know we get paranoid about it, because we've both had bad experiences, but not every isolated thing has to do with drugs and aberrant brain chemistry.

I love it when that happens. I so seldom lose my appetite that I like to revel in it.

A broken jaw sucks, but not as much as dying because the mattress caught on fire when one fell asleep smoking.

1992, and it hasn't improved, it's just gotten different.

I hate it, too, but I hate a dirty bathroom more.

I thought that you didn't hang around playgrounds, perv.

You damn kids don't know what mid-life is, much less a mid-life crisis.

Could they fire for medical? It seems like that would be a violation of the ADA or something; like, what would be the difference between finding that and a prescribed benzo or opiod on a drug test?

Be patient. (You can always have some of mine.)

What? No leeks?

Are you daft?

It's probably best that you keep it that way.

I don't care what your dating range is. You sound like you're standing outside of playgrounds trying to pick up 3rd graders. Granted, anybody who wants to date girls who aren't even finished with puberty probably wouldn't have a problem picking up girls who haven't started puberty. After all, they're even more compliant and easily controlled.

Fucking stop with Gen Z. My six year old grand daughter is Gen Z. in fact, with Generation Z beginning in 1994 and ending in 2012, most of Generation z is under age . You sound like a fucking child molester, which is neither amusing nor edgy.

Maybe that's my problem - I started mine again after 2 months off; between that and surgery, I think my body has finally beat out my brain and said "ENOUGH, DAMMIT! SLEEP!"

A hard-boiled egg with lots of horseradish on it. It won't make your socks tingle, but you won't notice because it will make your sinuses scream.

That's the problem with being both crazy and reasonably intelligent - people don't understand how incredibly miserable you are because you can compensate well enough to keep functioning.

My dad had red-green color blindness, so when they decorated the house, he and my mom (and later, my stepmom) used every color but those two. But when he gave gifts after my mother died, he'd always give me and my sisters awful tchochkes in red. I don't know why - maybe they looked OK in whatever color it was he saw red in. But in red, they're pretty hideous - I can't even get the cats to break them.

I may be crazy, but I'm not stupid.

I can't stop sleeping - I've been getting at least 12 hours/day lately. Halfway between us is the perfect sleeper.

Hypnogagic when you're waking up, hypnopompic when you're going to sleep.

Re-do the bathroom floor.

Are you sure that the house isn't from Sears? At one point in time, they sold kits for building houses.

Hope you enjoyed it - she's been dead for about 20 years.