nameraka

could be. this feels like you stuck your finger in a light socket. i get the spasm thing too. my body fucking hates me.

also, it's from the latin but it has a masculine suffix. how the fuck does that make any sense? it should be utera.

well not every day. i recently learned there's a term for something i've been experiencing my whole life. brain zaps. basically it's a random occurrence that feels kinda like someone put an electrode to your head. i've gotten them periodically since i was a kid, usually as i'm trying to fall asleep. apparently they're a byproduct of extreme anxiety. (which would make sense) sometimes people also get them when they're on antidepressants. (which i've never been on) i'm just floored that there's a name for a thing that i always thought was just my body being weird. anyway... enlighten us with your newly acquired learning.

two eps in. very dark. i'm digging it. also, missy from dr who and jeff from coupling. how can you lose?

Wait. We're still a democracy? I thought we were done with that nonsense.

the dolphins lost too. i mean, they won... but they lost.

would that help?

is anyone else unreasonably excited about this?

there you go, bringing logic into it again.

cool. one of the museums around here did a showing of wizard of oz set to dark side of the moon while back. apparently they were trying to attract more stoners.

yeah. that's probably the best idea.

i don't have a roommate. and i don't think my wife would appreciate tuna in the bed. though, it is spicy...

i would but it's spicy thai chili flavored. he'd probably eat it anyway, but it might upset his stomach. no... i'm just stuck with all this damned tuna.

as long as they don't "reorganize" i'm fine with it. i put things in random places and forget where they are in exactly the places that i mean to.

yeah, these days i try to avoid doing things i don't really want to do. besides, i don't need an elaborate death scenario to make me want to kill myself. i feel that way every day while stuck in traffic on the way to work.

but that sucks. why would i want to do that?

museum of what kind of thingys?

honestly, my deal is the booze. about a year ago i stopped drinking for 6 months, started working out every day. lost 25 pounds. now i still work out every day but started drinking again and i've put on about ten pounds that i can't seem to take off. it's so depressing. i need a drink.

well i have a sandwich. i suppose i could eat the dog, but i'd rather not. can we hold off on trapping me until i can grab a fifth of bourbon out of the freezer?

now i have extra tuna. what the fuck am i going to do with all this tuna? fuck my life...

crack a goddamn history book motherfuckers!

i can't afford it even with the subsidy...

better? cassowaries have been known to kill people...