It’s a holiday for some guy. He’s not as important as George Floyd, though, so it escapes me why he’s important. Something about dreams. Is it Edgar Cayce day? Whoever he was, I’m fairly certain that his message is forgotten entirely.
Those weights look really nice back there. Ergonomic ‘n’ stuff.
I had dreams of September, of my youth, and then I woke and my nightmare began.
Quadz and abz.
No pressure or anything, but this is the first Monday of the year. It sets the tone for everything to come and if you eff this up your whole year is probably going to be ruined. But don’t sweat it, you got this.
I’m claiming Redhead Bonus Points for this one.
Woke up before the sun, knew I needed more sleep, went back to bed and slept until Possum had to get up for school. All readers will receive a full refund for this morning’s slight delay, and we thank you for your patronage.
Up dog.
Thanksgiving week. Time to start undereating in anticipation. These ladies almost certainly know something about that.
Not sure how long I can even still do these.
Third week on the new job begins. Gotta make calls and opt out of benefits/401k today.
Looks warm there.
It’s 7:30 on Monday and I’m still weighing my options.
My brain feels like this minus the serene expression
Two blocks down from the Beast.
I’m going to be taking a coding skills assessment for a job I’m trying to get at the same time as this goes live, so don’t nobody go stinking up the place.
I’ve seen seals do the same trick, but I’m not complaining.
65 days until I’m unemployed and unemployable, made so by the most popular president evar, who totally won the election and has the authority to do this because he says so.
This gal thinks getting injected with genetic material as a condition of keeping your job is sexual harrassment.
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