First of all: hee!
Good afternoon, pink punks! Everything in my life still crazed and unpleasant, but not in a way that's particularly out of the ordinary. Work, knitting, sleep, intermixed with a little fruit-eating and watching C-SPAN is mostly what I've been up to.
Although, I can report with no small amount of sadness that the awesome pink shoes I mentioned ages ago were finally worn and proved to be a little (a lot) painful. But I will wear them anyway, obviously!
Also, there's a gas station on my way home from work that has a series of sandwich board style signs that read, as you drive by, "4 pints for $5," "Going skiiing?," then, "We've got worms!" I have no idea what any of the signs could possibly mean or, like, how they relate to each other. Are worms sold in pints? You don't take worms skiiing, do you? Very curious.
Highly important demonstration of conservative dumbess: notes from the Pentagon found at Starbucks! But, hey, what's dumber: leaving the papers there or going to Starbucks in the first place? Who can say? It's a mystery!